 | "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" |  |
To trust the fayned face
An answere to a song before imprinted beginnyng. To walke on doutfull grounde.
To trust the fayned face, to rue on forced teares,To credit finely forged tales, wherin there oft appeares
And breathes as from the brest a smoke of kindled smart,
Where onely lurkes a depe deceit within the hollow hart,
Betrayes the simple soule, whom plaine deceitlesse minde
Taught not to feare that in it self it self did neuer finde.
Not euery tricklyng teare doth argue inward paine:
Not euery sigh dothe surely shewe the sigher not to fayne:
Not euery smoke dothe proue a presence of the fire:
Not euery glistring geues the golde, that gredy folke desire:
Not euery wailyng word is drawen out of the depe:
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Not griefe for want of graunted grace enforceth all to wepe.
Oft malice makes the minde to shed the boyled brine:
And enuies humor oft vnlades by conduites of the eyen.
Oft craft can cause the man to make a semyng show
Of hart with dolour all distreined, where griefe did neuer grow.
As cursed Crocodile most cruelly can toll.
With truthlesse teares, vnto his death, the silly pitiyng soule.
Blame neuer those therfore, that wisely can beware
The guillful man, that suttly sayth him selfe to dread the snare.
Blame not the stopped eares against the Syrenes song:
Blame not the mind not moued w[ith] mone of falsheds flowing tong.
If guile do guide your wit by silence so to speake,
By craft to craue and faine by fraude the cause [that] you wold breake:
Great harme your suttle soule shall suffer for the same:
And mighty loue will wreke the wrong so cloked with his name.
But we, whom you haue warnde, this lessor learne by you:
To know the tree before we clime, to trust no rotten bowe,
To view the limed bushe, to loke afore we light,
To shunne the perilous bayted hoke, and vse a further sight.
As do the mouse, the birde, the fishe, by sample fitly show,
That wyly wittes and ginnes of men do worke the simples wo:
So, simple sithe we are, and you so suttle be,
God help the mouse, the birde, [the] fishe, & vs your sleights to fle.
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| "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" | |