A new collection of Original poems Never Printed in any miscellany. By the Author of Sir Walter Raleigh [i.e. George Sewell] |
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THE SONG of TROILUS. |
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THE SONG of TROILUS.
If
no Love is—O God what feel I so?
And, if Love is—what Thing, and which is He?
If Love be good, from whence proceeds my Woe?
If it be Ill? How can that Ill agree?
His bitter Potions I the sweetest think,
And ever thirst the more, the more I drink.
If willingly I bear the burning Charm,
Whence are my Wailings, and my deep Complaint?
If Harm is pleasing, why do I grieve the Harm?
Why with the Load unwearied, am I faint?
Sweet Harm, how holds my Heart of thee so much,
But that my Heart consents it should be such?
And, if Love is—what Thing, and which is He?
If Love be good, from whence proceeds my Woe?
If it be Ill? How can that Ill agree?
His bitter Potions I the sweetest think,
And ever thirst the more, the more I drink.
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Whence are my Wailings, and my deep Complaint?
If Harm is pleasing, why do I grieve the Harm?
Why with the Load unwearied, am I faint?
Sweet Harm, how holds my Heart of thee so much,
But that my Heart consents it should be such?
And if my Heart consent and I agree?
The Folly of Complaint fair Wisdom binds,
Thus like a Boat all steerless in the Sea,
My Heart is toss'd betwixt two jarring Winds.
Alas! what wondrous Woe poor Lovers try?
For Heat of Cold, for Cold of Heat I dye.
The Folly of Complaint fair Wisdom binds,
Thus like a Boat all steerless in the Sea,
My Heart is toss'd betwixt two jarring Winds.
Alas! what wondrous Woe poor Lovers try?
For Heat of Cold, for Cold of Heat I dye.
| A new collection of Original poems | |