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.

2 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.

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

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

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

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

7 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.