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Thomas Carew - Secrecy Protested
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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.
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