John Danyel (1564–c. 1626)

WHY canst thou not, as others do,

Look on me with unwounding eyes?

And yet look sweet, but yet not so;

Smile, but not in killing wise;

Arm not thy graces to confound;

Only look, but do not wound.

Why should mine eyes see more in you

Than they can see in all the rest?

For I can others’ beauties view,

And not find my heart opprest.

O be as others are to me,

Or, let me be more to thee.