Ah! Do not wanton with those eyes,
Lest I be sick with seeing;
Nor cast them down, but let them rise,
Lest shame destroy their being.
Ah! Be not angry with those fires,
For then their threats will kill me;
Nor look to kind on my desires,
For then my hopes will spill me.
Ah! Do not steep them in thy tears,
For so will sorrow slay me;
Nor spread them as distraught with fears–
Mine own enough betray me.