A Thousand Martyrs I Have Made by Aphra Behn | Poets.org
February 22, 2013 · 2:30 PM
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A Thousand Martyrs I Have Made
by Aphra Behn A thousand martyrs I have made, All sacrific'd to my desire; A thousand beauties have betray'd, That languish in resistless fire. The untam'd heart to hand I brought, And fixed the wild and wandering thought.
I never vow'd nor sigh'd in vain But both, tho' false, were well receiv'd. The fair are pleas'd to give us pain, And what they wish is soon believ'd. And tho' I talk'd of wounds and smart, Love's pleasures only touched my heart.
Alone the glory and the spoil I always laughing bore away; The triumphs, without pain or toil, Without the hell, the heav'n of joy. And while I thus at random rove Despis'd the fools that whine for love.
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