But when their tongues could not speake,
Love itself did silence breake,
Love did set his lips asunder,
Thus to spake in love and wonder....
(8e chanson.)
This small wind which so sweet is,
See how it the leaves doth kisse,
Each tree in his best attyring,
Sense of love to love inspiring.
Stella, soveraigne of my joy....
Stella, starre, of heavenly fier,
Stella, loadstar of desier,
Stella, in whose shining eyes,
Are the light of Cupids skies....
Stella, whose voice when it speakes
Senses all asunder breakes,
Stella whose voice when it singeth,
Angels to acquaintance bringeth....
(8e chanson.)
And my young soul flutters to thee his nest.
(108e sonnet.)
Think of that most gratefull time,
When my leaping heart will clime
In my lips to have his biding,
There those roses for to kisse
Which do breath a sugred blisse,
Opening rubies, pearles deviding.