To his Rivall.
Seek not to know my Love
Seek not to know my Love, for she hath vow'd her Constant faith to me:
her milde Aspects are mine, and thou shalt onely find a Stormy brow; for if her Beauty
stir desire in mee, her Kisses quench the fire: Or I can to Loves Fountain goe, or dwell
upon her Hills of Snow; But when thou burn'st, shee shall not spare one gentle Breath to
cool the Air; thou shalt not climbe those Alps, nor spie where the sweet Springs of Venus lie:
Search hidden Nature, and there find a treasure to enrich thy mind: Discover Arts not yet reveal'd,
But let my Mistress live conceal'd. Though men by knowledge wiser grow, yet here 'tis wisdome not to know.
