 | The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester |  |
Song.
[While on those lovely looks I gaze]
While on those lovely looks I gaze,
To see a wretch pursuing,
In raptures of a blest amaze
His pleasing happy Ruin:
To see a wretch pursuing,
In raptures of a blest amaze
His pleasing happy Ruin:
'Tis not for pity that I move,
His ffate is too aspiring;
Whose heart broke, with a load of Love,
Dyes, wishing and admiring.
His ffate is too aspiring;
Whose heart broke, with a load of Love,
Dyes, wishing and admiring.
But, if this murder you'd forego,
Your Slave from Death removing,
Let me your Art of Charming know,
Or learn you mine of Loving.
Your Slave from Death removing,
Let me your Art of Charming know,
Or learn you mine of Loving.
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But whether Life or Death betide,
In Love 'tis equal measure;
The Victor lives with empty Pride,
The Vanquish'd dyes with Pleasure.
In Love 'tis equal measure;
The Victor lives with empty Pride,
The Vanquish'd dyes with Pleasure.
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