Hero, care not though they pry

Hero, care not though they pry,

I will love thee till I die.

Jealousy is but a smart

That torments a jealous heart.

Crows are black that were white

For betraying loves delight.

They that love to find a fault

May repent what they have sought.

What the fond eye hath not viewed,

Never wretched heart hath rued.

Vulcan then proved a scorn

When he saw he wore a horn.

Doth it then by might behove

To shut up the gates of love?

Women are not kept by force

But by nature's own remorse.

If they list they will stray;

Who can hold that will away?

Jove in golden shower obtained,

His love in a tower restrained.

So perhaps if I could do

I might hold my sweet love too.

Gold, keep out at the door,

I have love that conquers more.

Wherefore did they not suspect

When it was to some effect?

Every little glimm'ring spark

Is perceived in the dark.

This is right; owlets' kind

See by night, by day be blind.