John Dryden (1631–1700). The Poems of John Dryden. 1913.
Songs from the PlaysSong of Jealousie, from Love Triumphant
As Love, that warms a Lover’s Breast?
Two Souls in one, the same desire
To grant the Bliss, and to require!
But if in Heav’n a Hell we find,
’Tis all from thee,
O Jealousie!
Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousie,
Thou Tyrant of the Mind!
Serve to refine, and perfect Love:
In absence, or unkind disdain,
Sweet Hope relieves the Lover’s pain:
But ah, no Cure but Death we find
To set us free
From Jealousie:
O Jealousie!
Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousie,
Thou Tyrant of the Mind.
Some set too near, and some too far:
Thou art the Fire of endless Night
The Fire that burns, and gives no Light.
All Torments of the Damn’d we find
In only thee
O Jealousie!
Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousie
Thou Tyrant of the Mind!