The Secret.
The Air composed by Mr. Taylor.
1.
WOuld I reveal my minde▪
I could declare,
And tell you why
That I
Come not nigh
You where you are,
But must conceal my minde
'Twixt love and fear;
A royal arbor of loyal poesie consisting of poems and songs digested into triumph, elegy, satyr, love & drollery / composed by Tho. Jordan.
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- A royal arbor of loyal poesie consisting of poems and songs digested into triumph, elegy, satyr, love & drollery / composed by Tho. Jordan.
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- Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
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- London :: Printed by R.W. for Eliz. Andrews ...,
- [1663]
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Dumb Melancholly,
Nothing more strong,
You and my folly
Have done me wrong,
To give me love and grief and ne're a tongue.
2.
How my heart lov'd thee
My soul shall conceal,
And by what sign
That thine
Then was mine,
Faith I'le never tell;
Though thou hast mov'd me
Enough to reveal:
Where shall we finde her
That faithful is,
All women kinde are
Like thee in this.
And do as thou hast done, kill where they kiss.
3.
Now I enjoyned am
To live apart,
Lest by desire
My fire
Do conspire
To consume my heart;
I am confined to
Smile when I smart,
Unless I take her,
Within my bounds,
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I must forsake her,
Since Fortune frowns,
As Kings are forced to lay down their Crowns.