Though thy fiery wit doth burn my
heart,
Lest we should ne'er meet and e'er be
apart,
Let thy tongue red pound me to the
pavement,
And thy true-bred words be to be
grave meant; ---
For, to blindly love without e'er seeing,
Is like being cut and yet ne'er
bleeding:
Logic it defies, and reason as well,
Causes the mind in confoundment to
swell.
So let it be our lot to be content
With each other's malice, spite, and
torment;
To speak our needs to each other's
deaf ears,
And then watch to the sword lay bear
our cares.
'Twere better this way our shared
lives to live
Than die in the hope and love we
ne'er give.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
Though thy fiery wit doth burn my
heart,
Lest we should ne'er meet and e'er be
apart,
Let thy tongue red pound me to the
pavement,
And thy true-bred words be to be
grave meant; ---
For, to blindly love without e'er seeing,
Is like being cut and yet ne'er
bleeding:
Logic it defies, and reason as well,
Causes the mind in confoundment to
swell.
So let it be our lot to be content
With each other's malice, spite, and
torment;
To speak our needs to each other's
deaf ears,
And then watch to the sword lay bear
our cares.
'Twere better this way our shared
lives to live
Than die in the hope and love we
ne'er give.