Classic Poem

Shoot forth no more those darts from lightning eyes,
(Unkinde) why seekst to stop my fainting breath?
Goe, and invent some new kinde exercise,
Play the right Tyrant, choyces use in death:
New weapons seeke wherewith mee to offend;
Whereby I dying, content may rest thy will.
But tell me? wouldst so faine my life should end?
And knowst not, sweet extreames doo sudden kill?
Cruell, kisse me but once, and thou shalt see
Ended my life with that same Kisse to bee.