I cannot change, as others do, <br />Though you unjustly scorn; <br />Since that poor swain that sighs for you, <br />For you alone was born. <br />No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move <br />A surer way I'll try: <br />And to revenge my slighted love, <br />Will still love on, will still love on, and die. <br /> <br />When, killed with grief, Amintas lies <br />And you to mind shall call, <br />The sighs that now unpitied rise, <br />The tears that vainly fall, <br />That welcome hour that ends this smart <br />Will then begin your pain; <br />For such a fauthful tender heart <br />Can never break, can never break in vain.<br /><br />Lord John Wilmot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cannot-change-as-others-do-2/
