Epigram 15. To Mrs. Mary Coke, an Acrostick

My busie eyes lately captiv'd me so
A bove my strength, I know not what to do.
R etain my Liberty I could not: all
Y our beauties, Lady, needs must make a thrall.

C ould I but shew my heart, which I desire;
O n it your Picture you might see entire.
K inde therefore be, and let it be your will
E ffectually to save, and not to kill.