 | The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester |  |
A SONG.
[Insulting Beauty, you mispend]
Insulting Beauty, you mispend
Those Frowns upon your Slave;
Your Scorn against such Rebels bend,
Who dare with confidence pretend,
That other Eyes their Hearts defend,
From all the Charms you have.
Those Frowns upon your Slave;
Your Scorn against such Rebels bend,
Who dare with confidence pretend,
That other Eyes their Hearts defend,
From all the Charms you have.
Your conquering Eyes so partial are,
Or Mankind is so dull,
That while I languish in Despair,
Many proud senseless Hearts declare,
They find you not so killing Fair,
To wish you merciful.
Or Mankind is so dull,
That while I languish in Despair,
Many proud senseless Hearts declare,
They find you not so killing Fair,
To wish you merciful.
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They an Inglorious Freedom boast;
I triumph in my Chain;
Nor am I unreveng'd, though lost;
Nor you unpunish'd, though unjust,
When I alone, who love you most,
Am kill'd with your Disdain.
I triumph in my Chain;
Nor am I unreveng'd, though lost;
Nor you unpunish'd, though unjust,
When I alone, who love you most,
Am kill'd with your Disdain.
| The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester | |