To Amasia, troubled with a redness in her Eyes, on her saying, she would Charm me with them

Those threats, which once I fear'd, will prove
A Fatal truth, I see,
Thy Eyes so scorch'd with flames of Love,
Must quickly kindle me.
Those Sp'rits, which chain'd to Circles, now I view,
Will quite destroy me, when let loose by you.

By their own Radiant Glances sir'd,
Your Charming Eyes themselves did wrong,
But, when their light'nings are expir'd,
Assume the thunder of the tongue.
Now Cupid claims the Salamander's fame,
Bask'd in your Eyes, he's nourish'd so in flame.

But whilst you thus would others Charm,
And make your Conquests full,
Perillus like, your self you harm,
And try, the first, your burning Bull.
The wond'ring World, should you want sight, would find.
The Queen of Love, like her fam'd Son, were blind.