I Can't Chose but Smile (Jones1610 vi. Tk1
© Patrick T. Connolly
Author: ?Lady Mary (Sidney) Wroth? & Robert Jones
VI. I cannot choose but give a smile

I cannot choose but give a smile,
To see how Love doeth all beguile,
Except it bee my frozen heart,
That yields not to his fiery Dart.

Belike I was Achilles like,
Drenched in that fatal hardening flood,
My flesh it fears no push of pike,
The speare against me doth no good.

Only my heal may Cupid hit,
And yet I care not much for it,
Because the hurt I cannot feel,
Unless my heart were in my heel.

The Answer.

I cannot choose but needs must smile,
To see how Love doth thee beguile,
Which did of purpose frieze thy heart,
To thaw it to thy greater smart.

Suppose thou were Achilles like.
Drenched in that fatal hardening flood,
That might avail against push o pike,
But against his dart t'will [it will] do no good.

For if thy heel he do but hit,
His venome shaft will 'rancle' [rankle? Rattle?] it,
The force whereof the heart must feel,
Conveyed by Arteries from thy heel.

The muses gardin for delights or fifth booke of ayers, 1610
by Robert Jones (Dedicated to Lady Mary (Sidney) Wroth (1587?-1651?))