Sonnet XIIII: My love lay sleeping, where birdes musicke

My love lay sleeping, where birdes musicke made,
Shutting her eies, disdainfull of the light,
The heat was great, but greater was the shade:
Which her defended from his burning sight:
This Cupid saw, and came a kisse to take:
Sucking sweet Nectar from her sugred breath:
She felt the touch, and blusht, and did awake,
Seeing t'was love. which she did thinke was death:
She cut his winges, and caused him to stay,
Making a vowe, hee should not thence depart,
Vnlesse to her, the wanton boy could pay,
The truest, kindest and most loving heart:
His feathers still, she used for a fanne:
Till by exchange, my heart his feathers wan.