CONSTANCY - John Wilmot, earl of Rochester Poems


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      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, kill'd with grief, Amyntas 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.