SONNET.

Sure, if that long with love acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case;
I read it in thy looks, thy languish'd grace
To me that feel the like thy state descries.
Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,
Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit 1
Are beauties there as proud as here they be 1
Do they above love to be lov'd, and yet
Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess I
Do they call virtue there ungratefulness 1

Sik Philip Sidney.

SONG.

Have I caught my heav'nly jewel,
Teaching sleep most fair to be I
Now will I teach her that she,

When she wakes, is too too cruel.

Since sweet sleep her eyes hath charni'd,
The two only darts of Love;
Now will I, with that boy, prove

Some play, while he is disarm'd.

SONG.

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, O 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;

Lovv'ring beauty chastens me:

Now will I away hence flee:
Fool! more fool! for no more taking.

Sir Philip Sidney. SAMELA.

Like to Diana in her summer weed,

Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye,

Goes fair Samela;
Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed,
When washed by Arethusa faint they lie,

Is fair Samela;
As fair Aurora in her morning grey,
Decked with the ruddy glister of her love,

Is fair Samela;
Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day,
Whenas her brightness Neptune's fancy move,

Shines fair Samela;
Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams,
Her teeth are pearl, the breasts are ivory

Of fair Samela;
Her cheeks, like rose and lily yield forth gleams,
Her brows' bright arches framed of ebony;

Thus fair Samela Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue, And Juno in the show of majesty,

For she's Samela: Pallas in wit, all three, if you will view, For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity

Yield to Samela.

Robert Greene.