NOTHING adds to your fond Fire More than Scorn, and cold disdain: I, to cherish your desire, Kindness us'd, but t'was in vain. You insulted o're your Slave, Humble Love you soon refus'd: Hope not then a Power to have, Which ingloriously you us'd. Think not, @3Thirsis@1, I will e're, By my Love my Empire lose: You grow constant through Despair, Love return'd you wou'd abuse. Though you still possess my Heart, Scorn and Rigour I must feign: Ah! forgive that only Art, Love has left, your Love to gain. You that could my heart subdue, To new Conquests ne're pretend: Let the Example make me true, And of a conquer'd Foe a Friend. Then, if e're I should complain Of your Empire, or my Chain, Summon all the powerful Charms, And kill the Rebel in your Arms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DARK ROSALEEN by TOMAS COSTELLO RAIN-SONGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR VICTOR GALBRAITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CAPITAL SQUARE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON SEASONS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS FIDELIA ARGUING WITH HER SELF ON THE DIFFICULTY FINDING TRUE RELIGION by JANE BARKER |