_8_ Who hath the voyce which soule from senses sunders, Whose force but yours the bolt of beautie thunders? To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due, Onely with _you_ no miracles are wonders. _9_ Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth, Which now my breast orechargd with Musick lendeth? To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due, Onely in _you_ my song begins and endeth. _Second Sonnet._ Have I caught my heavenly Juel Teaching Sleepe most faire to be: Now will I teach her, that she When shee wakes is too too cruell. _2_ Since sweete Sleepe her eyes hath charmed, The two onely darts of Love: Now will I with that Boy prove Some play while he is disarmed. _3_ Her tongue waking still refuseth, Giving franklie niggard no: Now will I attempt to knowe, What no her tongue sleeping useth. _4_ See the hand that waking gardeth, Sleeping grants a free resort: Now I will invade the fort. Cowards Love with losse rewardeth. _5_ But (O foole) thinke of the danger Of her just and high disdaine. Now will I (alas) refraine Love feares nothing else but anger. _6_ Yet those lippes so sweetly swelling, Do invite a stealing kisse; Now but venture will I this, Who will read must first learne spelling. _7_ Oh sweete kisse, but ah shee is waking. Lowring beautie chastens mee. Now will I for feare hence flee, Foole, more Foole for no more taking. _The third Sonnet._ If _Orpheus_ voyce had force to breathe such musicks Love Through pores of senseles trees, as it could make them move: If stones good measure daunst the _Thebane_ walls to builde, To cadens of the tunes which _Amphions_ Lyre did yeeld, More cause a like effect at least wise bringeth. O stones, ô trees, learne hearing, _Stella_ singeth. _2_ If Love might sweeten so a boy of Shepheards brood, To make a Lyzard dull to taste Loves food: If Eagle fierce could so in _Grecian_ maide delight, As her eyes were his light, her death his endlesse night: Earth gave that Love, heaven (I trow) Love refineth. O Beasts, ô Birds, looke Love; for _Stella_ shineth. _3_ The beasts, birds, stones & trees feele this, and feeling love: And if the trees, nor stones stirre not the same to prove. Nor beasts, nor birds doo come unto this blessed gaze: Know that small Love is quick, and great Love doth amaze: They are amaz’d, but you with reason armed. O eyes, O eares of men, how are you charmed? _The fourth Sonnet._ Onely _Joy_, now here you are, Fit to heare and ease my care: Let my whispering voyce obtaine Sweete rewards for sharpest paine: Take me to thee, and thee to mee. _No no no no, my Deare let bee._ _2_ Night hath closde all in her cloke, Twinkling starres love thoughts provoke, Danger hence good care doth keepe, _Jelouzie_ him selfe doth sleepe: Take me to thee, and thee to mee. _No no no no, my Deare let bee._