Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт)

To Love

Why should I blush to own I love?
'Tis Love that rules the realms above.
Why should I blush to say to all,
That Virtue holds my heart in thrall?

Why should I seek the thickest shade,
Lest Love's dear secret be betray'd?
Why the stern brow deceitful move,
When I am languishing with love?

Is it weakness thus to dwell
On passion that I dare not tell?
Such weakness I would ever prove;
'Tis painful, though 'tis sweet to love.

1. Lines Supposed to Be Spoken by a Lover at the Grave of His Mistress
2. Melody
3. Lines Written in Wilford Churchyard on Recovery from Sickness
4. Canzonet
5. Lines Written on a Survey of the Heavens in the Morning before Daybreak

John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) To Love ("O Love! how cold and slow to take my Part?")

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