A THOUSAND MARTYRS I HAVE MADE

by: Aphra Behn (1640-1689)

      thousand Martyrs I have made,
      All sacrific'd to my desire;
      A thousand Beauties have betray'd,
      That languish in resistless Fire.
      The untam'd Heart to hand I brought,
      And fixt the wild and wandring Thought.

      I never vow'd nor sigh'd in vain
      But both, thô false, were well receiv'd.
      The Fair are pleas'd to give us pain,
      And what they wish is soon believ'd.
      And thô I talked of Wounds and Smart,
      Loves Pleasures only toucht my Heart.

      Alone the Glory and the Spoil
      I always Laughing bore away;
      The Triumphs, without Pain or Toil,
      Without the Hell, the Heav'n of Joy.
      And while I thus at random rove
      Despise the Fools that whine for Love.
       

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