OR love me less, or love me more, And play not with my liberty, Either take all, or all restore, Bind me at least, or set me free, Let me some nobler torture find Than of a doubtful wavering mind, Take all my peace, but you betray Mine honour too this cruel way. 'Tis true that I have nurst before That hope of which I now complain, And having little, sought no more, Fearing to meet with your disdain: The sparks of favour you did give, I gently blow to make them live: And yet have gain'd by all this care No rest in hope, nor in despair. I see you wear that pitying smile Which you have still vouchsaf't my smart, Content thus cheaply to beguile And entertain an harmless heart: But I no longer can give way To hope, which doth so little pay; And yet I dare no freedom owe Whilst you are kind, though but in show. Then give me more or give me less, Do not disdain a mutual sense, Or you unpitying beauties dress In their own free indifference. But show not a severer eye Sooner to give me Liberty, For I shall love the very scorn Which for my sake you do put on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL THE DISAPPOINTMENT by APHRA BEHN FAREWELL TO MALTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE RAINY SUMMER by ALICE MEYNELL TWO VARIATIONS ON AN OLD NURSEY RHYME: 2 by EDITH SITWELL ON THE RHINE by MATTHEW ARNOLD |