Where lingring feare doth once posses the hart,
There is the toong
Forst to prolong,
& smother vp his suite, while that his smart,
Like fire supprest, flames more in euery part.

Who dares not speake deserues not his desire,
The Boldest face,
Findeth most grace:
Though women loue that men should the admire,
They slily laugh at him dares come no higher.

Some thinke a glaunce expressed by a sigh,
Winning the field,
Maketh them yeeld:
But while these glauncing fooles do rowle the eie,
They beate the bush, away the bird doth flie.

A gentle hart in vertuous breast doth stay,
Pitty doth dwell,
In beauties cell:
A womans hart doth not thogh tong say nay
Repentance taught me this the other day.

Which had I wist I presently had got,
The pleasing fruite,
Of my long suite:
But time hath now beguild me of this lot,
For that by his foretop I tooke him not.