“O, do not wanton with those eyes”

Ben Jonson (1572–1637)

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 now enough betray me.