how could I hope to rule my own desire?

By too long gazing on your flawless face my heart took fire, which such a heat dispersed that with a drought my lips were like to burst,
and speech itself was banished from its place.
You bade them bring well-water of your grace in a bejewelled vase, but in my thirst, I brushed the spot which drinking you brushed first
still royal with your aromatic trace.
And well I knew the moment that I smutched it with mine, the vase, enamored with your kiss,
and to the flame subdued whose splendour touched it, as in a furnace, was consumed with this.
How could I hope to rule my own desire,
when on the instant water changed to fire?
[Pierre de Ronsard, 'By too long gazing on your flawless face', trans. by Humbert Wolfe]