Have I caught my heav'nly j**el, 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, whle he is disarm'd. Her tongue waking still refuseth, Giving frankly n***ard "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, oh, fool, think of the danger Of her just and high disdain: Now will I alas refreain, 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. Oh sweet kiss. But ah, she is waking. Lowering beauty chastens me: Now will I away hence flee. Fool! More fool for no more taking.