Loves Visibility.

WIth much of pain, and all the Art I knew
Have I endeavour'd hitherto
To hide my Love, and yet all will not do▪

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.

Men without Love have oft so cunning grown,
That something like it they have showne,
But none who had it ever seem'd t have none.

Love's of a strangely open, simple kind,
Can no arts or disguises find,
But thinks none sees it 'cause it self is blind.

The very Eye betrays our inward smart;
Love of himself left there a part,
When thorow it he past into the Heart.

Or if by chance the Face betray not it,
But keep the secret wisely, yet,
Like Drunkenness, into the Tongue t'will get.