A Handful of Pleasant Delights/A proper sonet, Intituled: I smile to see how you deuise
A proper sonet, Intituled: I smile to see how you deuise. To anie pleasant tune.
¶your priuie winkes at boord I see,
And how you set your rouing mind:
your selfe you cannot hide from me,
Although I wincke, I am not blind.
¶The secret sighs and fained cheare,
That oft doth paine thy carefull brest:
To me right plainly doth appeare,
I see in whom thy hart doth rest.
¶And though thou makest a fained vow,
That loue no more thy heart should nip,
yet think I know as well as thou,
The fickle helm doth guide the ship.
¶The Salamander in the fire,
By course of kinde doth bathe his limmes:
The floting Fish taketh his desire,
In running streams whereas he swimmes.
¶So thou in change dost take delight,
Ful wel I know thy slipperie kinde:
In vaine thou seemst to dim my sight,
Thy rowling eies bewraieth thy minde.
¶I see him smile that doth possesse
Thy loue which once I honoured most:
If he be wise, he may well gesse,
Thy loue soon won, wil soon be lost.
¶And sith thou canst no man intice,
That he should stil loue thee alone:
Thy beautie now hath lost her price,
I see thy sauorie s[c]ent is gone.
¶Therefore leaue off thy wonted plaie,
But, as thou art, thou wilt appeare,
Ynlesse thou canst deuise a waie,
To dark the Sun that shines so cleare.
¶And keep thy friend that thou hast won,
In trueth to him thy loue supplie,
Least he at length as I haue done,
Take off thy Belles and let thee flie.