HE WOULD LEAD A BETTER LIFE <br />I am tired of folly, tired of my own ways, <br />Love is a strife. I do not want to strive. <br />If I had foes I now would make my peace. <br />If I less wedded were I now would wive. <br />I would do service to my kind, contrive <br />Something of good for men, some happiness <br />For those who in the world still love and live, <br />And, as my fathers did, so end my days. <br />I would earn praise, I too, of honest men. <br />I would repent in sackcloth if needs be. <br />I would serve God and expiate my sin, <br />Abjuring love and thee--ay, even thee. <br />I would do this, dear love. But what am I <br />To will or do? As we have lived we die.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iii-gods-and-false-gods-lxxxii/
