unknown author

“ Concealed Love.
My life is now a burden grown,
Opprest with constant anguish,
Whilst sicke with griefe I dare not owne,
I thus unpitied languish:
But whilst I burne with secret fire,
My heart, which now is breaking,
Must needs reveale its fond desire,
Without the helpe of speaking. ”

“ To give him quiett,
My faith rewards my love,
Though he deny it.
On his eyes will I gaze,
And there delight me;
While I conceale my love,
Noe frown can fright me;
To be more happy,
I dare not aspire ”

“ Without suspect, yet shall our harts converse,
And, like to rivers hindred of there cours,
Run to the ocean of our ioyes more fierce;
Where, free from iealousie, and fortune's spite,
Weele loose our selves in seas of vast delight. ”