Classic Poem

SEE AND SAY NOTHING

O H my thoughts, keepe in your words,
Least their passage do repent yee;
Knowing, Fortune still affordes
Nothing but may discontent yee

If your saint be like the sunne,
Sit not yee in Phaebus chaire,
Least, when once the horses runne
Yee be Dedalus his heire

If your labours well deserue
Let your silence onely grace them;
And in patience hope preserue,
That no fortune can deface them

If your friend doe growe vnkinde,
Grieue, but doe not seeme to showe it:
For a patient heart shall finde
Comfort, when the soule shall know it

If your trust be all betral'd,
Trie but trust no more at all:
But in soule be not dismai'd;
Whatsoeuer doe befall.

In your selues your selues enclose
Keepe your secrecies vnseene;
Least when ye your selues disclose.
Yee had better neuer beene.

And what euer be your state,
Doe not languish ouerlong;
Least you finde it, all too late
Sorrow be a deadly song

And be comforted in this,
If your passions be concealed,
Crosse or comfort bale or blisse
Tis the best, is not reuealed.

So, my deerest thoughts, adieu
Hark whereto my soule doth call yee:
Be but secret, wise, and true,
Feare no euill can befall yee.