SECOND SONG.
Have I caught my heavenly jewel,
Teaching sleep most fair to be?
Now will I teach her, that she,
When she wakes, is too too cruel.
Since sweet sleep her eyes hath charmèd,
The two only darts of LOVE;
Now will I with that boy prove
Some play, while he is disarmèd.
Her tongue, waking, still refuseth;
Giving frankly, niggard "No:"
Now will I attempt to know
What "No" her tongue sleeping, useth.
See the hand that waking, guardeth;
Sleeping, grants a free resort:
Now will I invade the fort;
Cowards, LOVE with loss rewardeth.
But, O fool! think of the danger
Of her just and high disdain;
Now will I, alas, refrain,
LOVE fears nothing else but anger.
Yet those lips, so sweetly swelling,
Do invite a stealing kiss:
Now will I but venture this,
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