Classic Poem

I prethee let my heart alone
Since now tis rais'd above thee
Not all the Beauty thou dost own
Again can make me love thee:

He that was shipwrack'd once before
By such a Syrens call,
And yet neglects to shun that shore,
Deserves his second fall.

Each flatt'ring kiss, each tempting smile
Thou dost in vain bestow,
Some other Lovers might beguile
Who not thy falsehood know.

But I am proof against all art,
No vowes shall e're perswade me
Twice to present a wounded Heart
To her that hath betray'd me.

Could I again be brought to love
Thy form though more divine,
I might thy scorn as justly move,
As now thou sufferest mine.