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, 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: 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, Without the hell the heaven of joy; And while I thus at random rove Despise the fools that whine for love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA A SATIRICAL ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A LATE FAMOUS GENERAL by JONATHAN SWIFT LOVE SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ENDURANCE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |