Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

2 2 Epigrams.44. To his Mrs.Thou send'st to me a heart was Crown'd,I tooke it to be thine,But when I saw it had a wound,I knew that heart was mine.A bounty of a strange conceit,To send mine own to me,And send it in a worse estate,Then when it came to thee ;The heart I gave thee had no staine,It was intire and sound ;But thou hast sent it back againe,Sick of a deadly wound.Oh heavens ! how wouldst thou use a heartThat should rebellious be,When thou hast kill'd me with a dart,That so much honor'd thee,45. On a charming beauty.Tie gaze no more on that bewitched face,Since ruin harbors there in every place,For my inchanted soul alike she drowns,With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns.I'le love no more those cruell eyes of hers,Which pleas'd or anger'd still are murtherers ;For if she dart like lightning through the ayre,Her beames of wrath, she kils me with despaire,If she behold me with a pleasing eye,I surfet with excesse of joy and dy.