Show me no more those snowy breasts
With azure riverets branchèd!
Where whilst mine Eye with plenty feeds,
Yet is my thirst not staunchèd.
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: