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 SECOND SONG.

Have I caught my heavenly jewel, Teaching sleep most fair to be? Now will I teach her, that she, When she wakes, is too too cruel.

Since sweet sleep her eyes hath charmèd, The two only darts of LOVE; Now will I with that boy prove Some play, while he is disarmèd.

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, guardeth; Sleeping, grants a free resort: Now will I 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.