Truls Ljungström’s Reviews > Selected Poems (Oxford World's Classics) 1st edition by Rochester, John Wilmot Earl of, Davis, Paul (2013) Paperback > Status Update

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Poor feeble tyrant who in vain
Would proudly take upon her
Against kind Nature to maintain
Affected rules of honour

Här är dilletanten.
Tell me no more of constancy,
The frivolous pretence
Of acold age, narrow jealousy,
Disease, and want of sense.
Let duller fools on whom kind chance
Some easy heart hath thrown,
Since they no higher can advance,
Be kind to one alone.
Old men and weak, whose idle flame
Their own defects discovers,
Since changing does but spread their shame

Absent from thee I languish still;
Then ask me not when I return:
The straying fool ’twill plainly kill
To wish all day, all night to mourn.

Dear, from thine arms then let me fly,
That my fantastic mind may prove
The torments it deserves to try
That tears my fixed heart from my love.

An age in her embraces passed
Would seem a winter’s day,
Where life and light with envious haste
Are torn and snatched away.

Then give me leave to glory in my chain,
My fruitless sighs, and my unpitied pain.
Let me but ever love, and ever be
Th’example of your pow’r and cruelty
Since so much scorn does in your breast reside
Be more indulgent to its mother, pride.
Kill all you strike, and trample on their graves;
But own the fates of your neglected slaves

Celia, that faithful servant you disown
Would in obedience keep his love unknown;
But bright ideas, such as you inspire,
We can no more conceal than not admire.