P. Who hath the feet, whose steps all sweetness planteth? Who else; for whom Fame worthy trumpets wanteth? To you! to you! all song of praise is due: Only to you, her sceptre VENUS granteth. Who hath the breast, whose milk doth passions nourish? Whose grace is such, that when it chides doth cherish? To you! to you! all song of praise is due: Only through you, the tree of life doth flourish. Who hath the hand, which without stroke subdueth? Who hath the hair, which loosest fasteth tieth ? Who hath the voice, which soul from senses sunders? Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth; SECOND SONG. AVE I CAUGHT my heavenly jewel, 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 disarmèd. Her tongue, waking, still refuseth; Now will I attempt to know What "No" her tongue sleeping, useth. See the hand that waking, guardeth; Cowards, Love with loss rewardeth. But, O fool! think of the danger 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. P. O sweet kiss! but ah! she is waking. Now will I away hence flee; Fool! more fool! for no more taking. THIRD SONG. F ORPHEUS' voice had force to breathe such music's love Through pores of senseless trees, as it could make them move : If stones good measure danced the Theban walls to build, To cadence of the tunes which AMPHION's lyre did yield: More cause a like effect at least wise bringeth. O stones! O trees! learn hearing! STELLA Singeth! If love might sweeten so a boy of shepherd brood, The beasts, birds, stones and trees feel this; and feeling, love. FOURTH SONG. NLY JOY! now here you are, No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. Night hath closed all in her cloak, Twinkling stars love thoughts provoke, Danger hence, good care doth keep; JEALOUSY itself doth sleep. Take me to thee, and thee to me! No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. Better place no wit can find, No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. This small light the moon bestows, No, no, no, no, my Dear ! let be. P. That you heard was but a mouse, Dumb SLEEP holdeth all the house : Yet asleep, methinks they say "Young folks, take time while you may!" Take me to thee, and thee to me! No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. Niggard time threats, if we miss No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. Your fair mother is abed, "Take me to thee, and thee to me!" No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. Sweet! alas, why strive you thus? Leave to MARS the force of hands; No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. |