Sonnet 32

SEe Cithereas Birds, that milk-white paire
On yonder leavie Mirtle Tree which grone,
And waken with their kisses in the Aire
Th' enamour'd Zephires murmuring one by one;
If thou but sense hadst like Pigmalions Stone,
Or hadst not seen Medusas snaky haire,
Loves lessons thou mightst learn: and learn sweet faire,
To Summers heat ere that thy Spring be growne.
And if those kissing lovers seeme but Cold,
Look how that Elme this Ivy doth embrace,
And binds, and claspes with many a wanton fold,
And courting Sleep, o'reshadows all the place;
Nay, seems to say, deare Tree we shall not part,
In sign whereof loe in each leafe a Heart.