William Walsh (poet) Quotes (1662-1708)

“But, bold, unconcerned
   At thoughts of the pain,
He calmly returned
   To his cottage again.”

“But, mad with his love,
   To a precipice goes,
Where a leap from above
   Would soon finish his woes.”

“And sadly reflecting,
That a lover forsaken
   A new love may get,
But a neck when once broken
   Can never be set.”

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

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