Can life be a blessing, <br /> Or worth the possessing, <br /> Can life be a blessing if love were away? <br /> Ah no! though our love all night keep us waking, <br /> And though he torment us with cares all the day, <br /> Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking, <br /> There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay. <br /> <br /> In ev'ry possessing, <br /> The ravishing blessing, <br /> In ev'ry possessing the fruit of our pain, <br /> Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish, <br /> Whate'er they have suffer'd and done to obtain; <br /> 'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish, <br /> When we hope, when we hope to be happy again.<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/troilus-and-cressida-2/
