Have I caught my heav'nly 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 charm'd,
The two only darts of Love:
Now will I with that boy prove
Some play, while he is disarm'd.
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.
Ah, sweet kissbut oh! She is waking!
Lowering beauty chastens me:
Now will I away hence flee.
Fool! More fool for no more taking.