William Walsh (poet) Quotes

But, bold, unconcerned </br> At thoughts of the pain, </br> He calmly returned </br> To his cottage again.

How great soe’er your rigours are, </br> With them alone I’ll cope; </br> I can endure my own despair, </br> But not another’s hope.

Of all the torments, all the cares, </br> With which our lives are curst; </br> Of all the plagues a lover bears, </br> Sure rivals are the worst! </br> By partners in each other kind </br> Afflictions easier grow; </br> In love alone we hate to find </br> Companions of our woe.

And sadly reflecting, </br> That a lover forsaken </br> A new love may get, </br> But a neck when once broken </br> Can never be set.

But, mad with his love, </br> To a precipice goes, </br> Where a leap from above </br> Would soon finish his woes.