th.

Don’t hurt me
Don’t haunt me

Only if you’re lucky.

You know me too well…

Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm from an anointed king;

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was affraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, ‘twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.