Tell Me No More How Fair She Is

TELL me no more how fair she is,  

 I have no minde to hear  

The story of that distant bliss  

 I never shall come near:  

By sad experience I have found

That her perfection is my wound.  

And tell me not how fond I am  

 To tempt a daring Fate,  

From whence no triumph ever came,  

 But to repent too late:

There is some hope ere long I may  

In silence dote my self away.  

I ask no pity (Love) from thee,  

 Nor will thy justice blame,  

So that thou wilt not envy me

 The glory of my flame:  

Which crowns my heart when ere it dyes,  

In that it falls her sacrifice.