I prithee 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 shipwreck'd once before
By such a Siren's call, 
And yet neglects to shun the 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 vows shall e'er persuade 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 suffer'st mine.