Second Sonnet

Have I caught my heavenly Juel Teaching Sleepe most faire to be: Now will I teach her, that she When shee wakes is too too cruell.

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

Her tongue waking still refuseth, Giving franklie niggard no: Now will I attempt to knowe, What no her tongue sleeping useth.

See the hand that waking gardeth, Sleeping grants a free resort: Now I will invade the fort. Cowards Love with losse rewardeth.

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

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

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