Tell Me No More How Fair She Is

LL 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.