The Relapse

O turn away those cruel eyes,

The stars of my undoing!

Or death, in such a bright disguise,

May tempt a second wooing.

Punish their blind and impious pride,

Who dare contemn thy glory;

It was my fall that deified

Thy name, and seal'd thy story.

Yet no new sufferings can prepare

A higher praise to crown thee;

Though my first death proclaim thee fair,

My second will unthrone thee.