William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Secret LovePeter Anthony Motteux (16601718)
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Who is herself my treasure;
Vain lovers, when their joys they show,
Call partners to their pleasure.
Let empty beaux the favour miss,
While they would have it known;
That soul’s too narrow for the bliss,
Who can’t enjoy alone.
By way of modern toasting;
The sweetest joy like fairy gold,
Is lost by selfish boasting.
Too rich to shew, what I possess,
My treasure I’ll conceal;
I may my pains of love confess,
But ne’er my joys reveal.