My Light Thou Art
My light thou art, without thy glorious
My eyes are darkened with eternal night;
My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light
Thou art my way,
My light thou art, without thy glorious
My eyes are darkened with eternal night;
My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light
Thou art my way,
An age in her embraces
Would seem a winter's day;
When life and light, with envious haste,
Are torn and snatched away
God bless our good and gracious kind,
Whose promise none relies on,
Who never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face
O
Does that eclipsing hand of thine
The sunshine of the Sun's enlivening eye
Methinks I see you, newly
From your embroider'd Bed and pissing,
With studied mien and much grimace,
Present yourself before your glass,
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his
From Thetis' lap,
I raised myself from bed,
And mounting steed,
Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King,
Whose word no man relies on,
Who never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one
You ladies of merry
Who have been to kiss the Duchess's hand,
Pray, did you not lately observe in the showA noble Italian called Signior Dildo
This signior was one of the Duchess's
Tell me no more of constancy,
The frivolous
Of old age, narrow jealousy,
Disease, and want of sense
Give me leave to rail at you, -I ask nothing but my due:
To call you false, and then to
You shall not keep my heart a day
But alas
My dear mistress has a
Soft as those kind looks she gave me,
When with love's resistless art,
And her eyes, she did enslave me;
As some brave admiral, in former war,
Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still,
Two rival fleets appearing from afar,
Crawls to the top of an adjacent hill;