If Orpheus voyce had force to breathe such musicks Love

If Orpheus voyce had force to breathe such musicks Love Through pores of senseles trees, as it could make them move: If stones good measure daunst the Thebane walls to builde, To cadens 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 Love might sweeten so a boy of Shepheards brood, To make a Lyzard dull to taste Loves food: If Eagle fierce could so in Grecian maide delight, As her eyes were his light, her death his endlesse night: Earth gave that Love, heaven (I trow) Love refineth. O Beasts, ô Birds, looke Love; for Stella shineth.

The beasts, birds, stones & trees feele this, and feeling love: And if the trees, nor stones stirre not the same to prove. Nor beasts, nor birds doo come unto this blessed gaze: Know that small Love is quick, and great Love doth amaze: They are amaz’d, but you with reason armed. O eyes, O eares of men, how are you charmed?