The poetical and dramatic works of Sir Charles Sedley Collected and Edited from the Old Editions: With a preface on the text, explanatory and textual notes, an appendix containing works of doubtful authenticity, and a bibliography: By V. de Sola Pinto |
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XLVIII
ON DON ALONZO
WHO WAS CUT IN PIECES FOR MAKING LOVE TO THE INFANTA OF PORTUGAL.
How cruel was Alonzo's Fate,
To fix his Love so high,
That he must perish by her Hate,
Or by her Kindness dye?
To fix his Love so high,
That he must perish by her Hate,
Or by her Kindness dye?
Tortur'd, and mangl'd, cut and maim'd,
If he triumpht o're his Pain,
And with his dying Breath proclaim'd,
'Twas better than Disdain.
If he triumpht o're his Pain,
And with his dying Breath proclaim'd,
'Twas better than Disdain.
The gentle Nymph, long since design'd
For the proud Monsieur's Bed,
Now to a holy Jayl confin'd,
Drops Tears with ev'ry Bead.
For the proud Monsieur's Bed,
Now to a holy Jayl confin'd,
Drops Tears with ev'ry Bead.
Tell me, ye Gods, if where a King
Suffers for Impotence,
True Love be such a fatal thing,
What can be Innocence?
Suffers for Impotence,
True Love be such a fatal thing,
What can be Innocence?
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