John Dryden (Джон Драйден)

A Song (High State and Honours to others impart)

HIGH State and Honours to others impart,
  But give me your Heart:
That Treasure, that Treasure alone,
  I beg for my own.
So gentle a Love, so fervent a Fire,
  My Soul does inspire.
That Treasure, that Treasure alone,
  I beg for my own.
 
Your Love let me crave,
  Give me in Possessing
    So matchless a Blessing;
    That Empire is all I wou’d have.
 
    Love’s my Petition,
    All my Ambition;
    If e’er you discover
    So faithful a Lover,
    So real a Flame,
    I’ll die, I’ll die,
    So give up my Game.

1. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, of Gloucestershire
2. Te Deum
3. You Charm'd Me Not With That Fair Face
4. To the Lady Castlemaine, upon Her incouraging his first Play
5. On Mrs. Margaret Paston, of Barningham, in Norfolk

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