JOHN DRYDEN
Great God of Love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command,
That all religions can invade,
And change the laws of every land^
Where thou hadst plac'd such power before,
Thou shouldst have made her mercy more.
When Chloris to the temple comes, Adoring crowds before her fall;
She can restore the dead from tombs And every life but mine recall.
I only am by Love design'd
To be the victim for mankind.
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��CHARLES WEBBE
416 Against Indifference
rORE love or more disdain I crave,
Sweet, be not still indifferent: O send me quickly to my grave,
Or else afford me more content' Or love or hate me more or less, For love abhors all lukewarmness.
Give me a tempest if 'twill drive Me to the place where I would be;
Or if you'll have me still alive, Confess you will be kind to me.
Give hopes of bliss or dig my grave:
More love or more disdain I crave.
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