Witchcraft by a Picture

I FIX mine eye on thine, and there
⁠Pity my picture burning in thine eye;
My picture drown'd in a transparent tear,
⁠When I look lower I espy;
⁠Hadst thou the wicked skill
By pictures made and marr'd, to kill,
How many ways mightst thou perform thy will?

But now I've drunk thy sweet salt tears,
⁠And though thou pour more, I'll depart;
My picture vanished, vanish all fears
⁠That I can be endamaged by that art;
⁠Though thou retain of me
One picture more, yet that will be,
Being in thine own heart, from all malice free.