 | The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester |  |
Song.
[Give me leave to raile at you]
Give me leave to raile at you,
I aske nothing but my due;
To call you false, and then to say,
You shall not keepe my Heart a Day.
But (Alas!) against my will,
I must be your Captive still.
Ah! be kinder then, for I,
Cannot change, and wou'd not dye.
I aske nothing but my due;
To call you false, and then to say,
You shall not keepe my Heart a Day.
But (Alas!) against my will,
I must be your Captive still.
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Cannot change, and wou'd not dye.
Kindnesse has resistlesse Charmes,
All besides but weakly move,
Fiercest Anger it disarmes,
And Clips the Wings of flying Love.
Beauty does the Heart invade,
Kindnesse only can perswade;
It guilds the Lovers Servile Chaine
And makes the Slave grow pleas'd and vaine.
All besides but weakly move,
Fiercest Anger it disarmes,
And Clips the Wings of flying Love.
Beauty does the Heart invade,
Kindnesse only can perswade;
It guilds the Lovers Servile Chaine
And makes the Slave grow pleas'd and vaine.
| The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester | |