A THOUSAND MARTYRS I HAVE MADE
by: Aphra Behn (1640-1689)
POEMS BY APHRA BEHN
- 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 fixt the wild and wandring Thought.
- I never vow'd nor sigh'd in vain
- But both, thô false, were well receiv'd.
- The Fair are pleas'd to give us pain,
- And what they wish is soon believ'd.
- And thô I talked of Wounds and Smart,
- Loves Pleasures only toucht 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
- Despise the Fools that whine for Love.