I pray thee leave, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me. I but in vain that saint adore That can, but will not, save me: These poor half-kisses **** me quite; Was ever man thus served? Amidst an ocean of delight For pleasure to be starved.
Show me no more those snowy ******* With azure riverets branched, Where whilst mine eye with plenty feasts, Yet is my thirst not stanched. O Tantalus, thy pains ne'er tell, By me thou art prevented: 'Tis nothing to be plagued in hell, But thus in heaven tormented.
Clip me no more in those dear arms, Nor thy life's comfort call me; O, these are but too powerful charms, And do but more enthral me. But see how patient I am grown, In all this coil about thee; Come, nice thing, let my heart alone, I cannot live without thee!