I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face, <br />Since ruin harbours there in every place ; <br />For my enchanted soul alike she drowns <br />With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns. <br />I’ll love no more those cruel eyes of hers, <br />Which, pleased or anger’d, still are murderers : <br />For if she dart, like lightning, through the air <br />Her beams of wrath, she kills me with despair : <br />If she behold me with a pleasing eye, <br />I surfeit with excess of joy, and die.<br /><br />Thomas Carew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-murdering-beauty/
