Farewell thou soft Seducer of my Eyes,
That, in Love's shape, didst Cruelty disguise,
No longer shall thy lovely Melting Charms
Bewitch my Soul, to please its self in Harms;
No more I'll show'r down unregarded Tears;
No more I'll break my Rest, with Am'rous Fears;
With Scorching Sighs, I'll blast my Lips no more,
No more thy Pity I'll in vain implore;
In Languishment, no more my Eyes I'll dress,
But reassume that Heart thou didst possess;
For since the Guest thou would'st not entertain,
It was but just, it should return again:
Now 'tis my own again, with care, and Art
I'll guard each passage that leads to my Heart;
Love shall Resign, and Reason shall command,
And Care and Wisdom Sentinels shall stand:
My treach'rous eyes, nor thy more treach'rous tongue,
Shall not betray me as they've done too long:
Nor will I cast one single Thought on Thee,
Unless my Heart again Assaulted be;
Then I'll remind it of thy Cruelty:
And though the Headstrong Passion should prevail
Against my Reason, yet this barb'rous Tale
Would make the Rebel willingly Submit,
And change the Fever, to an Ague(1) fit:
For who again would venture on that Shore,
Where he'd been split and Shipwrecked once before.