Second Sonnet.

HAue I caught my heauenly Iuel
Teaching Sleepe most faire to be:
Now wil I teach her, that she
VVhen she wakes is too too cruel.

Since sweete Sleep her eyes hath charmed,
The two onely darts of Loue:
Now will I with that Boy proue
Some play while he is disarmed.

Her tongue waking stil refuseth,
Giuing franklie niggard no:
Now wil I attempt to knowe,
VVhat no her tongue sleeping vseth.

See the hand that waking gardeth,
Sleeping grants a free resort:
Now I wil inuade the fort,
Cowards Loue with losse rewardeth.

But (O foole) thinke of the danger
Of her iust and high disdaine,
Now will I (alas) refraine
Loue feares nothing else but anger.

Yet those lippes so sweetly swelling,
Do inuite a stealing kisse;
Now but venture will I this,
VVho will read must first learne spelling.

Oh sweet kisse, but ah shee is waking,
Lowring beautie chastens mee.
Now will I for feare hence flee,
Foole, more Foole for no more taking.