William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Were My Heart As Some Mens AreThomas Campion (15671620)
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But thy faults I curious find, and speak because I love thee:
Patience is a thing divine, and far, I grant, above me.
Than th’ obsequious bosom-guest with false respect affecting:
Friendship is the Glass of Truth, our hidden stains detecting.
Thy observer will I be and censor, but in season:
Hidden mischief to conceal in State and Love is treason.