Your Looks so Often Cast
Your looks so often cast,
Your eyes so friendly rolled,
Your sight fixëd so fast,
Always one to behold:
Though hide it fain ye would,
It plainly doth declare
Who hath your heart in hold,
And where good will ye bear.
Fain would ye find a cloak
Your burning fire to hide:
Yet both the flame and smoke
Breaks out on every side.
Ye can not love so guide
That it no issue win;
Abroad needs must it glide,
That burns so hot within.
For cause your self do wink
Ye judge all other blind,
And secret it you think
Which every man doth find.
In waste oft spend ye wind
Your self in love to quit:
For agues of that kind
Will show who hath the fit.
Your sighs you fetch from far,
And all to wry your woe;
Yet are ye ne'er the narre:
Men are not blinded so.
Deeply oft swear ye no,
But all those oaths are vain
So well your eye doth show
Who put your heart to pain.
Think not, therefore, to hide
That still itself betrays;
Nor seek means to provide
To dark the sunny days.
Forget those wonted ways;
Leave off such frowning cheer;
There will be found no stays
To stop a thing so clear.