ome away, come sweet loue, The goulden morning breakes, All the earth, all the ayre Of loue and pleasure speakes: Teach thine armes then to embrace, And sweet rosie lips to kisse, And mixe our soules in mutual blisse. Eies were made for beauties grace, Vewing, ruing Loue long pains, Procurd by beauties rude disdaine.	ule, tule mu armsaim, Kui koitmas kuldne hommik. Kogu maa, kogu 6hk On k6nelemas armur66mudest: Opeta siis oma käsi embama, Suudlema sa 6peta oma roosihuuli, Ning ühenda meie hinged vastastikuses 6ndsuses. Silmad on loodud nautima ilu ande, Kahetsedes tunnistama pikki armupiinu, Mida sunnitada v6ib vaid ilu julm p61gus.
ome awaie, come sweet loue, The goulden morning wasts, While the son from his sphere His fierie arrows casts: Making all the shadowes flie, Playing, staying in the groue, To entertaine the stealth of loue, Thither sweet loue let vs hie, Flying, dying, in desire, Wingd with sweet hopes and heau'nly fire.	ule, tule magus armastus, Kuldne hommik möödub, Kui päuke oma taevakaarelt Kuldseid nooli saadab: Parmes lendlema varjud, Mängeldes, peatudes metsasaludes, Et hellitada armastuse salapära; Sinna oma armastusega rutakem, Lenneldes, n6rkedes kires, Tiivustatuna lootustest nrng taevalikust tulest.
ome away, come sweet loue, Doe not in vaine adorne Beauties grace, that should rise, Like to the naked morne: Lillies on the riuers side, And faire Cyprian flowers new blowne, Desire no beauties but their owne, Ornament is nurce of pride, Pleasure, measure, loues delight, Hast then sweet loue our wished flight.	ule, tule mu sulnis r66m, Ära ehi end asjata. Armastuse annid peavad puhkema Kui koiduvalgus hommikul. Liiliad j6ekallastel,Küpressid vast-ärganud Ei ihalda midagi peale omaenda ilu. Ehted uhkust hellitavad, Nauding, joobumine - armur66mu, Nii joob me armastus ihaldatud s66mu.

John Dowland, 1597