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O, Do not wanton with those eyes!
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!
TO THE LADIES OF THE COURT.
COME, noble Nymphs! and do not hide
Why do you wear the silkworm's toils,
Why do you smell of ambergris,
Try! Put yourselves unto 't! [meet, Your looks, your smiles, and thoughts that Ambrosian hands, and silver feet, Do promise you will do 't!