William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Song: Of all the torments, all the caresWilliam Walsh (16631708)
O
With which our lives are curst;
Of all the plagues a lover bears,
Sure rivals are the worst!
By partners in each other kind
Afflictions easier grow;
In love alone we hate to find
Companions of our woe.
Are labouring in my breast,
I beg not you would favour me,
Would you but slight the rest!
How great soe’er your rigours are,
With them alone I’ll cope;
I can endure my own despair,
But not another’s hope.