_9_ Then reason Princesse hie, Whose throne is in the minde; Which Musicke can in skie, And hidden Beauties finde: Say, whether thou wilt crowne With limitlesse renowne. _The Seventh Sonnet._ Whose senses in so evil comfort their stepdame Nature laies, That ravishing delight in them most sweete tunes doth not raise, Or if they doe delight therein, yet are so cloid with wit, As with sententious lips to set a little vaine on it: O let them heare these sacred tunes, & learne in wonders scholes, To be (in things past bounds of wit) fooles if they be not fooles. _2_ Who have so leaden eyes, as not to see sweete Beauties showe: Or seeing, have so wooden wits as not that worth to knowe; Or knowing have so muddie mindes, as not to be in love; Or loving, have so frothie hearts, as easie thence to move: O, let them see these heavenly beames, and in faire, letters reed A lesson, fit both sight and skill, Love and firme Love to breed. _3_ Heare then, but then with wonder hear; see, but admiring see, No mortal gifts, no earthly fruts now heare diserned bee: See, doo you see this face: a face, nay image of the skyes: Of which, the two life-given lights are figured in her eyes: Heare you this soule-invading voyce, and count it but a voyce, The verie essence of their tunes, when Angls doo rejoyce. _The eighth Sonnet._ In a grove most rich of shade; Where birds wanton Musicke made: _Maie_ then yong his pide weeds shewing, New perfumes with flowrs fresh growing. _2_ _Astrophel_ with _Stella_ sweet Did for mutual comfort meete Both within themselves oppressed, But either in each other blessed. _3_ Him great harmes had taught much care, Her faire necke a foule yoke bare: But hir sight his cares did banish, In his sight hir yoke did vanish. _4_ Wept they had, alas the while: But now teares themselves did smile, While their eyes by Love directed, Interchangeably reflected. _5_ Sighd they had: but now betwixt Sighs of woe were glad sighs mixt: With armes crost, yet testifying Restles rest, and living dying. _6_ Their eares hungrie of each word Which the deare tongue would afford, But their tongues restrained from walking, Till their harts had ended talking. _7_ But when their tongues could not speake, Love it selfe did silence breake: Love did set his lips asunder Thus to speake in love and wonder. _8_ _Stella_, Sovereigne of my joy, Faire Triumphres in annoy: _Stella_, Starre of heavenly fire, _Stella_, loadstarre of desire. _9_ _Stella_, in whose shining eyes Are the lights of _Cupids_ skyes, Whose beames where they are once darted Love there with is straight imparted. _10_ _Stella_, whose voyce when it speakes, Sences all asunder breakes: _Stella_, whose voyce when it singeth Angles to acquaintance bringeth.