How great soe’er your rigours are,
With them alone I’ll cope;
I can endure my own despair,
But not another’s hope.
— William Walsh
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Poetical Miscellanies, vol. 5 (London, 1703), pp. 317, 326
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And sadly reflecting,
That a lover forsaken
A new love may get,
But a neck when once broken
Can never be set.
But, mad with his love,
To a precipice goes,
Where a leap from above
Would soon finish his woes.
I can endure my own despair,
But not another’s hope.
But, bold, unconcerned
At thoughts of the pain,
He calmly returned
To his cottage again.
Of all the torments, all the cares,
With which our lives are curst;
Of all the plagues a lover bears,
Sure rivals are the worst!
By partners in each other kind
Afflictions easier grow;
In love alone we hate to find
Companions of our woe.
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