Classic Poem

Take heed mine eyes, how you your lookes doe cast
Least they beetray my harts most secrett thought;
Bee true unto your selves for nothings bought
More deere then doubt which brings a lovers fast.

Catch you all waching eyes, ere they bee past,
Or take yours fixt wher your best love hath sought
The pride of your desires; lett them bee taught
Theyr faults for shame, they could noe truer last;

Then looke, and looke with joye for conquest wunn
Of those that search'd your hurt in double kinde;
Soe you kept safe, lett them themselves looke blinde
Watch, gaze, and marke till they to madnes runn,

While you, mine eyes injoye full sight of love
Contented that such hapinesses move.