Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 72 and Second Song Desire, though thou my old companion art,
Have I caught my heavenly jewel, Teaching sleep most fair to be? Now will I teach her that she, When she wakes, is too, too cruel.
Since sweet sleep her eyes hath charmed, The two only darts of Love: Now will I with that boy prove Some play, while he is disarmed.
Her tongue waking still refuseth, Giving frankly niggard “no”; Now will I attempt to know What “no” her tongue sleeping useth.
See, the hand which waking guardeth, Sleeping, grants a free resort; Now will I invade the fort; Cowards love with loss rewardeth.
But, oh, fool, think of the danger Of her just and high disdain: Now will I, alas, refrain, Love fears nothing else but anger.
Yet those lips so sweetly swelling Do invite a stealing kiss: Now will I but venture this, Who will read, must first learn spelling.
O sweet kiss—but ah, she’s waking. Louring beauty chastens me; Now will I away hence flee; Fool, more fool, for no more taking.
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