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?
The fourth Sonnet.
Onely Joy, now here you are,