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by Aphra Behn

'Tis not your saying that you love,
    Can ease me of my smart;
Your actions must your words approve,
    Or else you break my heart.

In vain you bid my passion cease,
    And ease my troubled breast;
Your love alone must give me peace,
    Restore my wonted rest.

But, if I fail your heart to move,
    And 'tis not yours to give;
I cannot, wonnot cease to love,
    But I will cease to live.



Selected Writings of the Ingenious Mrs. Aphra Behn. Robert Phelps, ed.
New York: The Grove Press, 1950. 230.


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