That doubts and fears beset your lover.
MURDERING BEAUTY.
I’ll gaze no more, on her bewitching face,
Since ruin harbors there, in every place;
For my enchanted soul, alike she drowns
With calms and tempests, of her smiles, and frowns.
I’ll love no more those cruel eyes of hers,
Which pleased or angered, still are murderers;
For if she dart (like lightning) through the air
Her beams of wrath, she kills me with despair;