THE DESPAIRING LOVER
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DISTRACTED with care, For Phyllis the fair, Since nothing can move her, Poor Damon, her lover, Resolves in despair No longer to languish, Nor bear so much anguish; But, mad with his love, To a precipice goes, Where a leap from above Will soon finish his woes. When, in rage, he came there, Beholding how steep The sides did appear, And the bottom how deep; His torments projecting, And sadly reflecting That a lover forsaken A new lover may get; But a neck, when once broken, Can never be set: And that he could die Whenever he would; But that he could live But as long as he could; How grievous soever The torment might grow, He scorned to endeavour To finish it so. But hold, unconcern’d, At the thoughts of the pain, He calmly return’d To his cottage again. William Walsh.