Third Sonnet.

IF Orpheus voyce had force to breathe such musicks Loue
Through pores of senseles trees, as it could make them moue;
If stones good measure daunst the Thebane walls to builde,
To cadence of the tunes which Amphions Lyre did yeeld,
More cause a like effect at least wise bringeth.
O stones, ô trees, learne hearing, Stella singeth,

If Loue might sweeten so a boy of Shepheards brood,
To make a Lyzard dull to taste Loues food:
If Eagle fierce could so in Grecian maide delight,
As her eyes were his light, her death his endlesse night:
Earth gaue that Loue, heauen (I trow) Loue refineth.
O Beasts, ô Birds, looke Loue; for Stella shineth.

The beasts, birds, stones & trees feele this, & feeling loue:
And if the trees, nor stones stirre not the same to proue,
Nor beasts, nor birds doo come vnto this blessed gaze;
Know that smal Loue is quick, and great Loue doth amaze;
They are amaz'd, but you with reason armed,
O eies O eares of men, how are you charmed?