Her Eyes the Glow-worme lend thee,
The Shooting Starres attend thee;
And the Elves also, Whose little eyes glow,
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
No Will-o'-th Wispe mis-light thee;
Nor Snake, or Slow-worme bite thee:
But on, on thy way
Not making a stay,
Since Ghost there's none to affright thee.
Let not the darke thee cumber;
What though the Moon does slumber?
The Starres of the night
Will lend thee their light,
Like Tapers cleare without number.
Then Julia let me wooe thee,
Thus, thus to come unto me:
And when I shall meet
Thy silv'ry feet,
My soule I'll poure into thee.
