FEAR not, dear love, that I'll reveal <br />Those hours of pleasure we two steal ; <br />No eye shall see, nor yet the sun <br />Descry, what thou and I have done. <br />No ear shall hear our love, but we <br />Silent as the night will be ; <br />The god of love himself (whose dart <br />Did first wound mine and then thy heart), <br />Shall never know that we can tell <br />What sweets in stol'n embraces dwell. <br />This only means may find it out ; <br />If, when I die, physicians doubt <br />What caused my death, and there to view <br />Of all their judgements which was true, <br />Rip up my heart, oh ! then, I fear, <br />The world will see thy picture there.<br /><br />Thomas Carew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secrecy-protested/
