Song. Farewell, Fair Armida.
By John Dryden
Farewell, fair Armida, my joy and my grief, In vain I have loved you, and hope no relief; Undone by your virtue, too strict and severe, Your eyes gave me love, and you gave me despair; Now call'd by my honour, I seek with content The fate which in pity you would not prevent: To languish in love, were to find by delay A death that's more welcome the speediest way. On seas and in battles, in bullets and fire, The danger is less than in hopeless desire; My death's-wound you give, though far off I bear My fall from your sight--not to cost you a tear: But if the kind flood on a wave should convey, And under your window my body should lay, The wound on my breast when you happen to see, You'll say with a sigh--it was given by me.
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