ANOTHER
Love not if you desire a quiet life;
Love not if you would soundly sleep at night;
Love not if you would shun perpetual strife;
Love not—or take your leave of all delight;
For Love is ever man's most cruel master,
The source of every trouble, every woe,
A fountain of perpetual disaster
From whence alone the deepest sorrows flow:—
Love not if you would soundly sleep at night;
Love not if you would shun perpetual strife;
Love not—or take your leave of all delight;
For Love is ever man's most cruel master,
The source of every trouble, every woe,
A fountain of perpetual disaster
From whence alone the deepest sorrows flow:—
Thus do I rail on love, and yet I love.
And cannot from love's tyranny break free.
Prizing a faithless woman's smile above
All blessings else—for I my weird must dree:
Man born of woman needs must her adore,
And as she doth command him sink or soar.
And cannot from love's tyranny break free.
Prizing a faithless woman's smile above
All blessings else—for I my weird must dree:
Man born of woman needs must her adore,
And as she doth command him sink or soar.