I PRAY thee, leave, love me no more, br    Call home the heart you gave me! br I but in vain that saint adore br    That can but will not save me. br These poor half-kisses kill me quite-- br    Was ever man thus served? br Amidst an ocean of delight br    For pleasure to be starved? br br Show me no more those snowy breasts br    With azure riverets branched, br Where, whilst mine eye with plenty feasts, br    Yet is my thirst not stanched; br O Tantalus, thy pains ne'er tell! br    By me thou art prevented: br 'Tis nothing to be plagued in Hell, br    But thus in Heaven tormented.