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Now I'm Resolved to Love No More
We shorten our days when with love we engage,
It brings on diseases and hastens old age :
But Wine from grim Death can its votaries save,
And keep out t'other leg, when there's one in the grave.
Perhaps, like her sex, ever false to their word, She had left me to get an estate or a lord ; But my Bumper, regarding nor titles nor pelf, Will stand by me while I can't stand by myself.
Then let my dear Chloe no longer complain, She's rid of her lover, and I of my pain : For in wine, mighty wine, my comforts I spy, Should you doubt what I say, take a bumper and try ! |
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NOW I'M RESOLVED TO LOVE NO MORE1
By Alexander Brome (1620-1666)
Now I'm resolv'd to love no more, But sleep by night, and drink by day ;
Your coyness, Chloris, pray give o'er, And turn your tempting eyes away.
From ladies I'll withdraw my heart,
And fix it only on the quart.
1 Published 1668. 153 |
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