Oft have I mused the cause to find

Oft have I mused the cause to find

Why Love in lady's eyes should dwell;

I thought, because himself was blind,

He look'd that they should guide him well:

And sure his hope but seldom fails,

For Love by ladies' eyes prevails.

But time at last hath taught me wit,

Although I bought my wit full dear;

For by her eyes my heart is hit,

Deep is the wound though none appear:

Their glancing beams as darts he throws,

And sure he hath no shafts but those.

I mused to see their eyes so bright,

And little thought they had been fire;

I gazed upon them with delight,

But that delight hath bred desire:

What better place can Love desire

Than that where grow both shafts and fire?