YOUN MUST NOT WONDER, THOUGH YOU THINK IT
by: George Gascoigne (1525?-1577)
POEMS BY GEORGE GASCOIGNE
- OU must not wonder, though you
think it strange,
- To see me hold my lowering head so low;
- And that mine eyes take no delight to range
- About the gleams which on your face do grow.
- The mouse which once hath broken out of trap
- Is seldom teased with the trustless bait,
- But lies aloof for fear of more mishap,
- And feedeth still in doubt of deep deceit.
- The scorched fly which once hath 'scap'd the flame
- Will hardly come to play again with fire.
- Whereby I learn that grievous is the game
- Which follows fancy dazzled by desire.
- So that I wink or else hold down my head,
- Because your blazing eyes my bale have bred.