and read  this poem.......

A Song

O Do not wanton with hose eyes,

Lest I be sick with seeing;

Nor cast them down, but let them rise,

Lest shame destroy their being.

O be not angry with those fires,

For then their threats will kill me;

Nor look too kind on my desires,

For then my hopes will spill me.

O do not steep them in thy tears,

For so will sorrow slay me;

Nor spread them as distract with fears;

Mine own enough betray me.

-Ben Johnson