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I CANNOT CHANGE, AS OTHERS DO
Lord John Wilmot
I cannot change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn;
Since that poor swain that sighs for you,
For you alone was born.
No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move
A surer way I'll try:
And to revenge my slighted love,
Will still love on, will still love on, and die.

When, killed with grief, Amintas lies
And you to mind shall call,
The sighs that now unpitied rise,
The tears that vainly fall,
That welcome hour that ends this smart
Will then begin your pain;
For such a faithful tender heart
Can never break, can never break in vain.
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

John Wilmot John Wilmot Poems

 

CLASSICAL: John Wilmot Lady Mary Wroth Geoffrey Chaucer

 

POETRY: Ancient Classical Modern Contemporary

 
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