Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
Mortal Jealousie.
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Mortal Jealousie.
Begon, O thou distracting Care,
Partner of Sorrow, and Despair!
Thy Poyson spreads to ev'ry Part
Of this my poor tormented Heart.
Partner of Sorrow, and Despair!
Thy Poyson spreads to ev'ry Part
Of this my poor tormented Heart.
If it be false, with which of late,
Thou hast disturb'd my quiet State,
Why, to affright me, would'st thou bring
So well compos'd a Monstrous Thing?
Thou hast disturb'd my quiet State,
Why, to affright me, would'st thou bring
So well compos'd a Monstrous Thing?
But if with Truth thou would'st delight,
To clear my long deluded Sight,
Under that Vail does Falshood lye,
'Tis Death thou bring'st, not Jealousie.
To clear my long deluded Sight,
Under that Vail does Falshood lye,
'Tis Death thou bring'st, not Jealousie.
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