Where I

Where I a mouse
That wanders through my neighbour’s house,
I could observe with care
The joys and sorrows of him and her.

Where I a fly
Who all things doth spy
I could grieve
For the love I perceive
Blossom then die.

But I am a man
And have not the art
To gaze into my neighbour’s heart,
And possessing my own cares
Meddle not in other’s affairs.