 | "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" |  |
Your lokes so often cast
The louers case can not be hidden how euer he dissemble.
Your lokes so often cast,Your eyes so frendly rolde,
Your sight fixed so fast,
Alwayes one to behold.
Though hyde it fayn ye would:
It plainly doth declare,
Who hath your hart in hold,
And where good will ye bare,
Fayn would ye finde a cloke
Your brennyng fire to hyde:
Yet both the flame, and smoke
Breakes out on euery syde.
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Yee can not loue so guide,
That it no issue winne.
Abrode nedes must it glide,
That brens so hote within.
For cause your self do wink,
Ye iudge all other blinde:
And secret it you think,
Which euery man doth finde.
In wast oft spend ye winde
Your self in loue to quit:
For agues of that kinde
Will show, who hath the fit.
Your sighes yow fet from farre,
And all to wry your wo:
Yet are ye nere the narre,
Men ar not blinded so.
Depely oft swere ye no:
But all those othes ar vaine.
So well your eye doth showe,
Who puttes your hert to paine.
Thinke not therfore to hide,
That still it selfe betrayes:
Nor seke meanes to prouide
To darke the sunny daies.
Forget those wonted waies:
Leaue of such frowning chere:
There will be found no stayes
To stoppe a thing so clere.
| "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" | |