I did but look and love awhile,
’Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.
To sigh and wish is all my ease;
Sighs which do heat impart
Enough to melt the coldest ice,
Yet cannot warm your heart.
O would your pity give my heart
One corner of your breast,
’Twould learn of yours the winning art,
And quickly steal the rest.
Thomas Otway (1652 — 1685) England
I love his love letters...trying to find his poems. Only one I found. Does anyone know anymore Poems he has written pls...Jo
ReplyDeleteThere is quite a lot on the Internet Archive. Especially volume 3 of his Life and Works which inlcudes his poetry (go to page 276):
ReplyDeletehttp://www.archive.org/stream/worksofthomasotw03otwauoft#page/298/mode/2up
happy reading
:-) Bruce