Why Canst Thou Not, as Others Do?

Look on me with unwounding eyes? And yet look sweet, but yet not so, Smile, but not in killing wise; Arm not thy graces to confound; Only look, but do not wound.

Why should mine eyes see more in you Than they can see in all the rest? For I can others’ beauties view, And not find my heart opprest. O be as others are to me, Or let me be more to thee.