Second Song
Haue I caught my heau'nly iewell, Teaching Sleepe most faire to be! Now will I teach her that she, When she wakes, is too-too cruell.
Since sweet Sleep her eyes hath charmed,
The two only darts of Loue, Now will I, with that Boy, proue, Some play, while he is disamed. Her tongue, waking, still refuseth, Giuing frankly niggard no:
Now will I attempt to know What no her tongue, sleeping, vseth. See the hand that, waking, gardeth, Sleeping, grants a free resort: Now I will inuade the fort, Cowards Loue with losse rewardeth.
But, O foole, thinke of the danger
Of her iust and high disdaine; Now will I, alas, refraine; Loue feares nothing else but anger. Yet those lips, so sweetly swelling, Do inuite a stealing kisse.
Now will I but venture this; Who will reade, must first learne spelling.
Oh, sweet kisse! but ah, shes waking! Lowring beautie chastens me:
Now will I for feare hence flee;
Foole, more Foole for no more taking.
Third Song
If Orpheus voyce had force to breathe such musickes loue
Through pores of senceles trees, as it could make them moue;
If stones good measure daunc'd, the Theban walles to build To cadence of the tunes which Amphions lyre did yeeld; More cause a like effect at least-wise bringeth:
O stones, O trees, learne hearing,--Stella singeth.
If loue might sweeten so a boy of shepheard brood,
To make a lyzard dull, to taste loues dainty food;
If eagle fierce could so in Grecian mayde delight,
As her eyes were his light, her death his endlesse night, Earth gaue that loue; heau'n, I trow, loue refineth, O birds, O beasts, looke loue (lo) Stella shineth.
The beasts, birds, stones, and trees feele this, and, feeling, loue;
And if the trees nor stones stirre not the same to proue,
Nor beasts nor birds do come vnto this blessed gaze,
Know that small loue is quicke, and great loue doth amaze; They are amaz'd, but you with reason armed,
O eyes, O eares of men, how you are charmed!