From Thomas Campion's Two Books of Airs (circ. 1613).
SWEET, exclude me not, nor be divided
From him that ere long must bed thee;
All thy maiden doubts law hath decided;
Sure[35] we are and I must wed thee.
Presume then yet a little more:
Here's the way, bar not the door.
Tenants, to fulfil their landlords' pleasure,
Pay their rent before the quarter;
'Tis my case, if you it rightly measure;
Put me not then off with laughter:
Consider then a little more,
Here's the way to all my store.
Why were doors in love's despite devised,
Are not laws enough restraining?
Women are most apt to be surprised,
Sleeping, or sleep wisely feigning.
Then grace me yet a little more:
Here's the way, bar not the door.
From Thomas Jordan's Poetical Varieties,[36] 1637.
A Dialogue betwixt Castadorus and Arabella in bed.
Arabella.
DEAR Castadorus, let me rise,
Aurora 'gins to jeer me:
She tells me I do wantonise.
Castadorus. I prithee, sweet, lie near me.