Astrophil and Stella
Song 2
Have I caught my heavenly jewel,
Teaching sleep most faire to be!
Now will I teach her that she,
When she wakes, is too too cruel.
Since sweet sleep her eyes hath charmed,
The two only darts of love,
Now will I, with that boy, prove,
Some play, while he is disamed.
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, gardeth,
Sleeping, grants a free resort:
Now I will 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;
Who will read, must first learn spelling.
Oh, sweet kiss! but ah, she's waking!
Louring beauty chastens me:
Now will I for fear hence flee;
Fool, more fool for no more taking.
Sir Philip Sidney
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