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.