SEEK not to know my love, for she Hath vow'd her constant faith to me; Her mild aspects are mine, and thou Shalt only find a stormy brow: For if her beauty stir desire In me, her kisses quench the fire. Or I can to love's fountain go, Or dwell upon her hills of snow; But when thou burn'st, she shall not spare One gentle breath to cool the air; Thou shalt not climb those Alps, nor spy Where the sweet springs of Venus lie. Search hidden Nature and there find A treasure to enrich thy mind; Discover arts not yet reveal'd, But let my mistress live conceal'd: Though men by knowledge wiser grow, Yet here 'tis wisdom not to know. |