Farewell, ungrateful traitor! <br />Farewell, my perjur'd swain! <br />Let never injur'd woman <br />Believe a man again. <br />The pleasure of possessing <br />Surpasses all expressing, <br />But 'tis too short a blessing, <br />And love too long a pain. <br /> <br />'Tis easy to deceive us <br />In pity of your pain, <br />But when we love, you leave us <br />To rail at you in vain. <br />Before we have descried it, <br />There is no joy beside it, <br />But she that once has tried it <br />Will never love again. <br /> <br />The passion you pretended <br />Was only to obtain, <br />But once the charm is ended, <br />The charmer you disdain. <br />Your love by ours we measure <br />Till we have lost our treasure, <br />But dying is a pleasure <br />When living is a pain.<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-ungrateful-traitor/
