I see she flies me ev'rywhere, Her eyes her scorn discover; But what's her scorn or my despair, Since 'tis my fate to love her. Were she but kind whom I adore, I might live longer, but not love her more. Lyrics: John Dryden - (1631-1700)
I see she flies me ev'rywhere, Her eyes her scorn discover; But what's her scorn or my despair, Since 'tis my fate to love her. Were she but kind whom I adore, I might live longer, but not love her more. Lyrics: John Dryden - (1631-1700)