Sunday Poetry - John Donne

Another poem about lazy lovers, or at least one lazy lover, not wanting to get up in the morning. I always imagine that the speaker in Break of Day is a bit of a layabout while his mistress has a job to go to & can't afford to lie around making love all morning. Probably not the business mentioned in the last verse but that's what I always think of.

'Tis true, 'tis day ; what though it be?
O, wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because 'tis light?
Did we lie down because 'twas night?
Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither,
Should in despite of light keep us together.

Light hath no tongue, but is all eye;
If it could speak as well as spy,
This were the worst that it could say,
That being well I fain would stay,
And that I loved my heart and honour so
That I would not from him, that had them, go.

Must business thee from hence remove?
O ! that's the worst disease of love,
The poor, the foul, the false, love can
Admit, but not the busied man.
He which hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.