Classic Poem

A SMILE MISCONSTRUED.

B Y your leane, a little while:
Loue hath got a Beauties smile
From on earth the fairest face:
But he may be much deceiued,
Kindenesse may be misconcciued
Laughing oft is in disgrace.

Oh but he doth knowe her nature
And to be that blessed creature,
That doth answere Loue with kindnesse:
Iush, the Phaenix is a fable;
Phaebus horses haue no stable;
Loue is often full of blindnesse.

Oh but he doth heare her voice,
Which doth make his heart reioyce
With the sweetenesse of her sounde:
Simple hope may be abused.
Heares he not he is refused?
Which may giue his heart a wound.

No: Loue can belieue it neuer
Beauty fauours once and euer,
Though proud Enuie play the elfe:
Truthe and Patience haue approued
Loue shall euer be beloued,
If my mistresse be her selfe.