Felt Of This Flame
NOT that by this disdain
I am releas’d,
And freed from thy tyrannick chain,
Do I my self think blest;
Nor that thy Flame shall burn
No more; for know
That I shall into ashes turn,
Before this fire doth so.
Nor yet that unconfin’d
I now may rove,
And with new beauties please my mind;
But that thou ne’r didst love:
For since thou hast no part
Felt of this flame,
I onely from thy tyrant heart
Repuls’d, not banish’d am.
To loose what once was mine
Would grieve me more
Then those inconstant sweets of thine
Had pleas’d my soul before.
Now I have not lost the blisse
I ne’r possest;
And spight of fate am blest in this,
That I was never blest.
Sir Thomas Stanley : The Repulse
