Look on me ever

W. Porter

Look on me ever, though thine eye

Murders where it glances.

lf by so happy means I die,

My fortune it advances.

And if by chance a tear you shed

To show my death did move you,

It will revive me, being dead,

And I again shall love you.

Redeem me from so deep despair;

The power you have, now try it.

Think me but fair, and I am fair,

Although the world deny it