39 - Poem by Mary Wroth
Take heed mine eyes, how you your looks doe cast,
Lest they betray my hearts most secret thought:
Be true unto your selves; for nothing's bought
More deare then Doubt, which brings a Lovers fast.
Catch you al watching eyes ere they be past,
Or take yours fix't, where your best Love hath sought
The pride of your desires; let them be taught
Their faults for shame they could no truer last.
Then looke, and looke with joy, for conquest won,
Of those that search'd your hurt in double kinde:
So you kept safe, let them themselves looke blinde,
Watch, gaze, and marke till they to madnesse run.
While you mine eyes enjoye full sight of Love,
Contented that such happinesses move.
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