Quote#Love
Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day!
Quote byThomas Heywood · 1574–1641
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poem Matin Song.
English (original)
Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing!
— Thomas Heywood
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