FEAR not, dear love, that I'll reveal 
Those hours of pleasure we two steal ; 
No eye shall see, nor yet the sun 
Descry, what thou and I have done.
No ear shall hear our love, but we 
Silent as the night will be ;
The god of love himself (whose dart 
Did first wound mine and then thy heart), 
Shall never know that we can tell 
What sweets in stol'n embraces dwell. 
This only means may find it out ; 
If, when I die, physicians doubt 
What caused my death, and there to view 
Of all their judgements which was true, 
Rip up my heart, oh ! then, I fear, 
The world will see thy picture there.