Rosemary and Pansies/Another
ANOTHER
Love not if you desire a quiet life; Love not if you would soundly sleep at night; Love not if you would shun perpetual strife; Love not—or take your leave of all delight; For Love is ever man's most cruel master, The source of every trouble, every woe, A fountain of perpetual disaster From whence alone the deepest sorrows flow:—
Thus do I rail on love, and yet I love. And cannot from love's tyranny break free. Prizing a faithless woman's smile above All blessings else—for I my weird must dree: Man born of woman needs must her adore, And as she doth command him sink or soar.