Wit restor'd in several select poems not formerly publish't.

On a dissemble•…•….

COuld any show where Pl•…•…es people dwell Whose head stand in their brests, who cannot tell, A smoothinge lye, because their open heart And lipps are joyned so neere. I would depart As quicke as thought, and there forget the wrongs Which I have sufferd by deceitfull tongues. I would depart, where soules departed bee

Which being freed from clowdy flesh, can see Each other so immediately, so cleare, That none need tongues to speak nor eares to heare: Were tongues intended to expresse the soul And can wee better do with none at all? Where words first made our meanings to re∣veale? And as they us'd our meaning to conceale; The ayre by which we breathe, will that turne fogg? Or breath turne mist; will that become a Clogg Which should unload the mind? fall wee upon Another Babells Sub-confusion? And in the selfe same language must wee find, A diverse faction of the wordes and mind? Dull as I am, that hug such empty aire, And never markt the deeds, (a phrase more faire More trusty and univocall) joyne well, Three or foure actions wee may quickly spell A hollow heart; if these no sight will lend, Read the whole sentence and observe the end. I wil not waite so long: the guilty man (On whom I ground my speech) no longer can Delude my sense, nor can the gracefull art Of kind dissembling, button up his heart. His well-spoke wrongs, are such as hurtful •…•…ords Writ in a comely hand, or bloody swords, Sheathd up in velvet, if he draw on mee My armour proof is incredulity.