 Daily Love Poems 
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Of all the torments, all the cares, ...With which our lives are curst; Of all the plagues a lover bears, ...Sure rivals are the worst! By partners in each other kind ...Afflictions easier grow; In love alone we hate to find ...Companions of our woe.Sylvia, for all the pangs you see ...Are labouring in my breast, I beg not you would favour me, ...Would you but slight the rest! How great soe'er your rigours are, ...With them alone I'll cope; I can endure my own despair, ...But not another's hope. .....Rivals by William Walsh (1663-1708) |
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