1 Turne all thy thoughts to eyes, Turne al thy haires to eares; Change all thy friends to spies, And all thy ioyes to feares. True Loue will yet be free In spite of Iealousie. 2 Turne darknesse into day, Coniectures into truth : Beleeue what th'enuious say, Let age interpret youth True Loue will yet be free, In spite of Iealousie. 3 Wrest euery word and looke, Racke eu'ry hidden thought : Or fish with golden hooke, True loue cannot be caught, For that will still be free, In spite of Iealousie.
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