The seuenth Sonnet.

WHose senses in so euill comfort their step dame Nature laies,
That rauishing delight in them most sweete tunes doth not raise,
Or if they doe delight therein yet are so cloid with wit,
As with sententious lips to set a little vaine on it:
O let them hear these sacred tunes, & learn in wonders scholes,
To be (in things past boūds of wit) fooles, if they be not fooles.

VVho haue so leaden eyes, as not to see sweete Beauties showe:
Or seeing, haue so wooden wits as not that worth to knowe;
Or knowing, haue so muddie mindes, as not to be in loue;
Or louing, haue so frothie hearts, as easie thence to moue:
O, let them see these heauenly beames, and in faire letters reed
A lesson, fit both sight and skill, Loue & firme Loue to breed.

Hear then, but then with wonder hear; see, but admiring see;
No mortal gifts, no earthly frutes now here discerned bee:
See, doo you see this face: a face, nay image of the skyes,
Of which, the two life-giuing lights are figured in her eyes:
Heare you this soule-inuading voyce, & count it but a voyce,
The verie essence of their tunes, when Angels doo reoyce.