Witchcraft by a Singing

I fix mine eye On thine And there Beating my picture, burning in thy eye. My picture drowns In a transparent tear; Then I look lower, I espy Had that The wicked skill My picture made At part To kill How many ways Nice doubt deformed Thy will! But now I have drunk Thy sweet salt tears and though Thou Pour more I'll depart. My picture vanished, Vanished fierce Then I can be undamaged by the heart. Though thou Retain of me One picture more, Yet that will be, Being thine own heart, From all, all, all Malice free.