The Third Sonnet
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.
2 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.
3 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?