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| 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. | |
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| Since sweet sleep her eyes hath charmèd, | 5 |
| The two only darts of LOVE; | |
| Now will I with that boy prove | |
| Some play, while he is disarmèd. | |
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| Her tongue, waking, still refuseth; | |
| Giving frankly, niggard “No:” | 10 |
| Now will I attempt to know | |
| What “No” her tongue sleeping, useth. | |
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| See the hand that waking, guardeth; | |
| Sleeping, grants a free resort: | |
| Now will I invade the fort; | 15 |
| Cowards, LOVE with loss rewardeth. | |
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| But, O fool! think of the danger | |
| Of her just and high disdain; | |
| Now will I, alas, refrain, | |
| LOVE fears nothing else but anger. | 20 |
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| Yet those lips, so sweetly swelling, | |
| Do invite a stealing kiss: | |
| Now will I but venture this, | |
| Who will read must first learn spelling. | |
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| O sweet kiss! but ah! she is waking. | 25 |
| Low’ring beauty chastens me: | |
| Now will I away hence flee; | |
| Fool! more fool! for no more taking. | |
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