Locke up, faire lids (Martin Peerson)
- Editor: Adrian Wall (submitted 2020-04-20). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 663 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Transposed up a tone. Note values halved.
First published: 1620
Original text and translations
Lock up, fair lids, the treasure of my heart
Preserve those beams, this age's only light.
To her sweet sense, sweet sleep, some ease impart
Her sense too weak to bear her spirit's might.
And while, O sleep, thou closest up her sight
Her light where love did forge his fairest dart:
O harbour all her parts in easeful plight,
Let no strange dream make her fair body start.
But yet, O dream, if thou wilt not depart
In this rare subject, from thy common right:
But wilt thy self in such a feat delight;
Then take my shape, and play a lover's part.
Kiss her from me, and say unto her sprite,
Till her eyes shine, I live in darkness night.