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My Resolution.

Return me not disdain, for if you do,
By all those nimble Fairies wait on you
I will indict you for a witch; and tell
how you do hang on er'y hair a spell.
Your brows are Magick circles in each eye,
where fools think Cupids lodge, do spirits lie.
That in unseen Flames issue forth and kill
such, your hate pointeth out slaves to your will;
That in the Dimples of your Cheeks we may,
discern chain'd hearts, kept for your sport, who pay
Each hour a death, yet die not; that your breath
darts more infection than the spleen of Death.
That 'twixt those two round hills (now to our view,)
lie buried all those hearts your Anger slew.
That slaughtered hearts you make your chiefest Fare,
whose dying Groans speak musick in your ear:
That for your drink y'ave Lovers bloud and tears
distilled through the Limbeck of their fears.
That when you kisse you Traytor like betray,
or with it some strong Philtre do convey.
That after once poor man hath seen your face,
your Devils will not suffer him to raze
It out on's memory; but 'twill appear,
to terrifie him, his Hell er'y where.
That you can walk unseen and so torment,
poor man he shall not have grace to repent.
And if these accusations will not take
with potent proofs, and you a Circe make,
I must conclude for 'tis part of my fear,
you have bewitch'd the Judge and charm'd his ear:
And if the Iury find you not, Them too:
yet I will stand it out with them and you,
Then be advis'd and bribe me with a kisse,
not of a Killing temper but of blisse.
For which Il'e change the scene and will acquaint
the World, you are no Devil but my Saint.