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