The Works of Mr Abraham Cowley Consisting of Those which were formerly Printed: And Those which he Design'd for the Press, Now Published out of the Authors Original Copies ... The Text Edited by A. R. Waller |
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Loves Visibility.
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With much of pain, and all the Art I knewHave I endeavour'd hitherto
To hide my Love, and yet all will not do.
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The world perceives it, and it may be, she;Though so discreet and good she be,
By hiding it, to teach that skill to Me.
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Men without Love have oft so cunning grown,That something like it they have shown,
But none who had it ever seem'd t'have none.
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Love's of a strangely open, simple kind,Can no arts or disguises find,
But thinks none sees it 'cause it self is blind.
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The very Eye betrays our inward smart;Love of himself left there a part,
When thorow it he past into the Heart.
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Or if by chance the Face betray not it,But keep the secret wisely, yet,
Like Drunkenness, into the Tongue t'will get.
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