Classic Poem

Once to love is not a Crime,
If 'till Death we constant prove;
But to love a second Time,
Shows, we never once did love.

II.

Love I do! and love I must!
While my Life and Sense endure;
And this Form must turn to Dust,
'Ere my Passion knows a Cure.

III.

Never can my Torments cease,
Or my Joys return again;
Nor can Love, those Wrongs redress,
Which unpitied I sustain.

IV.

Strange Contrarieties of Fate!
My tortur'd Soul does prove:
It neither can arrive at Hate,
Nor e'er find Ease in Love.