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The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Jealousy

JEALOUSY. BY THE SAME[1].


O Shield me from his rage, celestial powers!
This tyrant, that embitters all my hours!
Ah! Love! you've poorly play'd the hero's part:
You conquered, but you can't defend my heart.
When first I bent beneath your gentle reign,
I thought this monster banish'd from your train:
But you would raise him to support your throne;
And now he claims your empire as his own.
Or tell me, tyrants! have you both agreed,
That where one reigns, the other shall succeed?


  1. On the publication of "Cadenus and Vanessa."