Astrophel and Stella - 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.