John Dryden(1631—1700)

‘Farewell Ungrateful Traitor’

Farewell ungrateful Traitor,

　Farwell my perjur'd swain,^[1]

Let never injur'd Creature

　Believe a Man again.

The Pleasure of Possessing

Surpasses all expressing,

But 'tis too short a Blessing,

　And Love too long a Pain.

’Tis easy to deceive us

　In Pity of your Pain,

But when we love you leave us

　To rail at you in vain.

Before we have descry'd it,

There is no Bliss beside it,

But she that once has try'd it

　Will never love again.

The passion you pretended

　Was only to obtain,

But when the Charm is ended

　The Charmer you disdain.

Your Love by ours we measure

Till we have lost our Treasure,

But dying is a Pleaasure,

　When Living is a Pain.

[1] perjur'd=perjured，这里的省略号只表明书写上省略了e，下一行中的injur'd也一样，这是有些诗歌中采用的写法。