Every heart tonight
That seeketh as the moon’s pale light
Like to Venus fair
Attendeth pleasure everywhere.
Anguished with desire
To press her lips, I nigh expire
Silence! God doth know
What passeth on this night below.
That seeketh as the moon’s pale light
Like to Venus fair
Attendeth pleasure everywhere.
Anguished with desire
To press her lips, I nigh expire
Silence! God doth know
What passeth on this night below.
