Текст оригинала на английском языке
Phyllis, for shame! let us improve A thousand several ways These few short minutes stol'n by love From many tedious days. Whilst you want courage to despise The censure of the grave, For all the tyrants in your eyes, Your heart is but a slave. My love is full of noble pride, And never will submit To let that fop, Discretion, ride In triumph over wit. False friends I have, as well as you, That daily counsel me Vain frivolous trifles to pursue, And leave off loving thee. When I the least belief bestow On what such fools advise, May I be dull enough to grow Most miserably wise.
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