From "The Forest" O, 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. O, be not angry with those fires, For then their threats will kill me; Nor look too kind on my desires, For then my hopes will spill me. O, do not steep them in thy tears, For so will sorrow slay me; Nor spread them as distract with fears; Mine own enough betray me. Ben Jonson [1573?-1637] |