by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Hero, care not though they pry
Language: English
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.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Jones (fl. 1597-1615), "Hero, care not though they pry", published 1601, from the collection First Book of Airs, no. 8. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2014-02-23
Line count: 30
Word count: 174