Rondeau (Forbear (fair Phillis) Oh forbear)

Forbear (fair Phillis) Oh forbear
Those deadly killing frowns, and spare
A heart so loving, and so true,
By none to be subdu'd, but you,
Who my poor life's sole Princess are.
You only can create my care;
But offend you I all things dare;
Then lest your cruelty you rue
Forbear;
And lest you kill that heart, beware,
To which there is some pitty due,
If but because I humbly sue.
Your anger therefore, sweetest fair,
Though mercy in your Sex is rare,
Forbear.