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Saturday, 14 June 2014

The Divorce by Thomas Stanley

Dear, back my wounded heart restore,
And turn away thy powerful eyes;
Flatter my willing soul no more:
Love must not hope what Fate denies.

Take, take away thy smiles and kisses!
Thy love wounds deeper than disdain;
For he that sees the heaven he misses,
Sustains two hells of loss and pain.

Shouldst thou some other’s suit prefer,
I might return thy scorn to thee,
And learn apostasy of her
Who taught me, first, idolatry.

Or in thy unrelenting breast
Should I disdain or coyness move,
He by thy hate might be releas’d,
Who now is prisoner to thy love.

Since, then, unkind Fate will divorce
Those whom affection long united,
Be thou as cruel as this force,
And I in death shall be delighted.

Thus whilst so many suppliants woo,
And  beg they may thy pity prove,
I only for thy scorn do sue:
’Tis charity here not to love.

From: Stanley, Thomas and Guiney, L.I. (ed.) Thomas Stanley: His Original Lyrics, Complete, in their Collated Readings of 1647, 1651, 1657. With an Introduction, Textual Notes, a List of Editions, an Appendix of Translations, and a Portrait, 1907, J.R. Tutin: Hull, pp. 57-58.

Date: 1647

By: Thomas Stanley (1625-1678)