The Muses Gardin for Delights Or the fift Booke of Ayres, onely for the Lute, the Base-vyoll, and the Voyce |
The Muses Gardin for Delights | ||
VI
[I cannot chuse but giue a smile]
[1]
I cannot chuse but giue a smile,To see how Loue doeth all beguile,
Except it bee my frozen heart,
That yeeldes not to his fierie Dart.
2
Belike I was Achillis like,Drencht in that fatall hardning flood,
My flesh it feares no push of pike,
The speare against me doth no good.
3
Onely my heele may Cupid hit,Aud yet I care not much for it,
Because the hurt I cannot feele,
Vnlesse my heart were in my heele.
The Answere.
1
I cannot chuse but needes must smile,To see how Loue doth thee beguile,
Which did of purpose frieze thy heart,
To thaw it to thy greater smart.
2
Suppose thou wert Achillis like.Drencht in that fatall hardning flood,
That might auaile gainst pusho pike,
But gainst his dart t'will doe no good.
3
For if thy heele he doe but hit,His venom'd shaft will rancle it,
The force whereof the heart must feele,
Conuaide by Arteryes from thy heele.
The Muses Gardin for Delights | ||