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 O sweet kiss! but ah! she is waking. Low'ring beauty chastens me: Now will I away hence flee; Fool! more fool! for no more taking.

THIRD SONG.

If 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, To make a lizard dull, to taste love's dainty food: If eagle fierce could so in Grecian maid delight, As his light were her eyes, her death his endless night: Earth gave that love. Heaven, I trow, love refineth. O beasts! O birds! look! love! lo, STELLA shineth!

The beasts, birds, stones and trees feel this; and feeling, love. And if the trees nor stones stir not the same to prove; Nor beasts nor birds do come unto this blessèd gaze: Know that small love is quick, and great love doth amaze. They are amazed: but you, with reason armed, O eyes! O ears of men! how are you charmed!