Джон Доуленд (2) - Were every thought an eye - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Were every thought an eye,
 and all those eyes could see,
 Her subtill wiles their sights would beguile,
 and mocke their jelousie.
 Her fires doe inward burne,
 they make no outward show.
 And her delights amid the dark shades,
 which none discover, grow.
 Desire lives in her heart,
 Diana in her eyes.
 T'were vaine to wish women true, t'is well,
 if they prove wise.
 The flowers growth is unseene,
 yet every day it growes.
 So where her fancy is set it thrives,
 but how none knowes.
 Such a Love deserves more grace,
 Then a truer heart that hath no conceit,
 To make use both of time and place,
 When a wit hath need of all his sleight.