Why should a foolish marriage vow, <br />Which long ago was made, <br />Oblige us to each other now, <br />When passion is decayed? <br />We loved, and we loved, as long as we could, <br />Till our love was loved out in us both; <br />But our marriage is dead when the pleasure is fled: <br />'Twas pleasure first made it an oath. <br /> <br />If I have pleasures for a friend, <br />And farther love in store, <br />What wrong has he whose joys did end, <br />And who could give no more? <br />'Tis a madness that he should be jealous of me, <br />Or that I should bar him of another; <br />For all we can gain is to give ourselves pain, <br />When neither can hinder the other.<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-from-marriage-a-la-mode/
