Poem by Thomas Carew

Secrecy Protested

FEAR not, dear love, that I'll reveal
Those hours of pleasure we two steal;
No eye shall see, nor yet the sun
Descry, what thou and I have done.
No ear shall hear our love, but we
Silent as the night will be;
The god of love himself (whose dart
Did first wound mine and then thy heart),
Shall never know that we can tell
What sweets in stol'n embraces dwell.
This only means may find it out;
If, when I die, physicians doubt
What caused my death, and there to view
Of all their judgements which was true,
Rip up my heart, oh ! then, I fear,
The world will see thy picture there. 

1. Epitaph for Maria Wentworth
2. Murdering Beauty
3. The Primrose
4. I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair
5. Eternity of Love Protested

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