John Dryden (Джон Драйден)

Marriage A-La-Mode

Why should a foolish marriage vow,
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other now
When passion is decay'd?
We lov'd, and we lov'd, as long as we could,
Till our love was lov'd out in us both:
But our marriage is dead, when the pleasure is fled:
'Twas pleasure first made it an oath.

If I have pleasures for a friend,
And farther love in store,
What wrong has he whose joys did end,
And who could give no more?
'Tis a madness that he should be jealous of me,
Or that I should bar him of another:
For all we can gain is to give our selves pain,
When neither can hinder the other. 

John Dryden’s other poems:

  1. A Song (High State and Honours to others impart)
  2. On the Monument of the Marquis of Winchester
  3. Epitaph on Sir Palmes Fairborne’s Tomb in Westminster Abbey
  4. Epitaph on a Nephew in Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire
  5. To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams




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