Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Aphra Behn. 16401689412. The Libertine
A THOUSAND martyrs I have made, | |
All sacrificed to my desire, | |
A thousand beauties have betray’d | |
That languish in resistless fire: | |
The untamed heart to hand I brought, | 5 |
And fix’d the wild and wand’ring thought. | |
I never vow’d nor sigh’d in vain, | |
But both, tho’ false, were well received; | |
The fair are pleased to give us pain, | |
And what they wish is soon believed: | 10 |
And tho’ I talk’d of wounds and smart, | |
Love’s pleasures only touch’d my heart. | |
Alone the glory and the spoil | |
I always laughing bore away; | |
The triumphs without pain or toil, | 15 |
Without the hell the heaven of joy; | |
And while I thus at random rove | |
Despise the fools that whine for love. |