English poem
EPIGRAM XV. To CLARISSA
by Anonymous
Why like a tyrant wilt thou reign, When thou may'st rule the willing mind? Can the poor pride of giving pain Repay the joys that wait the kind? I curse my fond enduring heart, Which scorn'd presumes not to be free, Condemn'd to feel a double smart, To hate myself, and burn for thee.
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