Текст оригинала на английском языке
Farewell Ungrateful Traitor
Farewell ungrateful traitor, Farewell my perjured swain, Let never injured 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 descried it, There is no bliss beside it, But she that once has tried 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 pleasure, When living is a pain.
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