A Nymph’s Passion (Jonson)

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A Nymph’s Passion
by Ben Jonson
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    I love, and he loves me again,
      Yet dare I not tell who;
    For if the nymphs should know my swain,
      I fear they’d love him too;
        Yet if he be not known,
      The pleasure is as good as none,
For that’s a narrow joy is but our own.

    I’ll tell, that if they be not glad,
      They may not envy me;
    But then if I grow jealous mad
      And of them pitied be,
        It were a plague ’bove scorn;
      And yet it cannot be forborne
Unless my heart would, as my thought, be torn.

    He is, if they can find him, fair
      And fresh, and fragrant too,
    As summer’s sky or purgéd air,
      And looks as lilies do
        That are this morning blown:
      Yet, yet I doubt he is not known,
And fear much more that more of him be shown.

    But he hath eyes so round and bright,
      As make away my doubt,
    Where Love may all his torches light,
      Though Hate had put them out;
        But then t’ increase my fears
      What nymph soe’er his voice but hears
Will be my rival, though she have but ears.

    I’ll tell no more, and yet I love,
      And he loves me; yet no
    One unbecoming thought doth move
      From either heart I know:
        But so exempt from blame
      As it would be to each a fame,
If love or fear would let me tell his name.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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