To stifle Passion is no easy Thing, <br />A Heart in Love is always on the Wing; <br />The bold Betrayer flutters still, <br />And fans the Breath prepar'd to tell: <br />It melts the Tongue, and tunes the Throat, <br />And moves the Lips to form the Note; <br />And when the Speech is lost, <br />It then sends out its Ghost, <br />A little Sigh, <br />To say we dye. <br />'Tis strange the Air that Cools, a Flame shou'd prove, <br />But wonder not, it is the Air of Love. <br />Yet Chloris I can make my Love look well, <br />And cover bleeding Wounds I can't conceal, <br />My Words such artful Accents break, <br />You think I rather act than speak: <br />My Sighs enliven'd thro' a Smile, <br />Your unsuspecting Thoughts beguile; <br />My Eyes are vary'd so, <br />You can't their Wishes know: <br />And I'm so gay, <br />You think I play. <br />Happy Contrivance! such as can't be priz'd, <br />To Live in Love, and yet to Live disguis'd.<br /><br />Thomas Parnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-in-disguise-2/
