That Louers ought rather at first acquaintance to shew their meanings by Pen then by Mouth

IF all that feele the fits of loue
And flanckring sparkes of Cupids fire,
By tatling tongues should say to moue
Their Ladies to their fonde desire:
No doubt a number would but gaine
A badge of Follie for their paine.
For Ladyes eyther would suspect
Those sugred wordes so swéete to eare
With secrete poysons baite infect:
Or else would wisely stand in feare,
That all such flame as so did burne
To dustie Cinders soone would turne.
For he that bluntly doth presume
On small acquaintance to display
His hidden fire by casting fume
Of wanton words, doth misse the way
To win the Wight he honours so,
For of a Friend he makes a Fo.
For who is shée that may endure
The dapper tearmes that Louers vse?
And painted Proems to procure
The Modest Matrons minde to muse?
No, first let writings go to tell
Your Ladies that you loue them well.
And when that time hath triall made
Of perfite loue and faithfull brest,
Then boldly may you further wade
This counsell I account the best:
And this (my Deare) procurde my Quill
To write, and tongue to be so still.
Which now at first shall flatly showe
(As faithfull Herauld of the hart
The perfite loue to thee I owe
That bréedst my ioy, and wilt my smart,
Vnlesse at last (Remembrance) rue
Vpon hir (Thought) that will be true.
Wherefore I say, go slender scrole
To hir the sielie Mouse that shonnes,
Salute in friendly sort the soule
Among those pretie beastes that wonnes,
That bit the Pocat for the Peare,
And bred the soule to such a feare.