Which all the art I have, cannot conceal.
Meritum petere grave.
Thus standing mute, my heart with longing starveth!
"It grieves a man to ask, what he deserveth."
XXXI.
Since you desire of me the cause to know,
For which these divers Passions I have proved;
Look in your glass! which will not fail to show
The shadowed portrait of my best beloved.
If that suffice not, look into my heart!