1 @3He@1. How unhappy a Lover am I While I sigh for my @3Phillis@1 in vain; All my Hopes of Delight Are another man's Right, Who is happy while I am in pain! 2 @3She@1. Since her Honour allows no Relief, But to pity the pains which you bear, 'Tis the best of your Fate, (In a hopeless Estate,) To give o're and betimes to despair. 3 @3He@1. I have try'd the false Med'cine in vain; For I wish what I hope not to win: From without, my desire Has no Food to its Fire, But it burns and consumes me within. 4 @3She@1. Yet at least 'tis a pleasure to know That you are not unhappy alone: For the Nymph you adore Is as wretched and more, And accounts all your suff'rings her own. 5 @3He@1. O ye Gods, let me suffer for both; At the Feet of my @3Phillis@1 I'le lye: I'll resign up my Breath, And take Pleasure in Death, To be pity'd by her when I dye. 6 @3She@1. What her Honour deny'd you in Life In her Death she will give to your Love: Such a Flame as is true After Fate will renew, For the Souls to meet closer above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HOW WE BEAT THE FAVOURITE by ADAM LINDSAY GORDON THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER |