VI.
[Were every thought an eye]
Were euery thought an eye, and all those eyes could see
Were euery thought an eye, and all those eyes could see, Her subtill
wiles their sights would beguile, and mocke their ielousie. Desire liues in her heart, Diana
in her eyes. T'were vaine to wish women true, t'is well, if they proue wise.
Her fires doe inward burne, they make no outward show. And her delights
amid the dark shades, which none discouer, grow. The flowers growth is vnseene, yet
euery day it growes. So where her fancy is set it thriues, but how none knowes.
Such a Loue deserues more grace, Then a truer heart that hath no conceit, To make
vse both of time and place, When a wit hath need of all his sleight.
