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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