No, I will sooner trust the wind,
When, falsely kind,
It courts the pregnant sails into a storm,
And when the smiling waves persuade,
Be willingly betray’d,5
Than thy deceitful vows or form.
Go, and beguile some easy heart
With thy vain art;
Thy smiles and kisses on those fools bestow
Who only see the calms that sleep10
On this smooth flattering deep,
But not the hidden dangers know.
They that, like me, thy falsehood prove,
Will scorn thy love,
Some may, deceiv’d at first, adore thy shrine;15
But he that as thy sacrifice
Doth willingly fall twice,
Dies his own martyr, and not thine.
Song.
I prithee let my heart alone!
Since now ’tis raised above thee:
Not all the beauty thou dost own
Again can make me love thee.
He that was shipwreck’d once before5
By such a Siren’s call,
And yet neglects to shun the[55:1] shore,
Deserves his second fall!
Each flattering kiss, each tempting smile
Thou dost in vain bestow,10
Some other lovers might beguile
Who not thy falsehood know.
But I am proof against all art:
No vows shall e’er persuade me
Twice to present a wounded heart15
To her that hath betray’d me.