Thomas Heywood
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¶i8o Pack, Clouds, AwayPack, clouds, away, and welcome day.With night we banish sorrow;Sweet air, blow soft, mount, larks, aloftTo give my Love good-morrow!Wings from the wind to please her mind,Notes from the lark I'll borrow;Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing,To give my Love good-morrow;To give my Love good-morrowNotes from them both I'll borrow.
Thomas Dekker
¶And from each hill, let music shrillGive my fair Love good-morrow!Blackbird and thrush in every bush,Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow!You pretty elves, amongst yourselvesSing my fair Love good-morrow;To give my Love good-morrowSing, birds, in every furrow!