To One That Desired to Know My Mistris
Thomas Carew, Morten Lauridsen
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 еnrich thy mind;
Discover arts not yet revеal'd
But let my mistress live conceal'd:
Though men by knowledge wiser grow
Yet here 'tis wisdom not to know
