To a friend inquiring her name, whom he loved.

FOnd Love himselfe hopes to disguise
From view, if he but covered lies,
Ith' veile of my transparent eyes.

Though in a smile himselfe he hide,
Or in a sigh, thou art so tride
In all his arts, hee'le be discride.

I must conf…sse (Deare friend) my flame,
Whose boasts Castara so doth tame,
That not thy faith, shall …now her n…me.

Twere prophanation of my zeale,
If but abroad one whisper steale,
They love betray who him reveale.

In a darke cave which never eye
Could by his subtlest ra… descry,
It doth like a rich minerall lye.

Which if she with her fl…me refine,
I'de force it from that obscure Mine,
And then it like pure gold should shine.