Farewell, Ungrateful Traitor!
by John Dryden


Farewell, ungrateful traitor! 
Farewell, my perjur’d swain!
Let never injur’d woman
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 joy beside it,
But she that once has tried it
Will never love again.

The passion you pretended
Was only to obtain,
But once 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.



Goodbye, ungrateful traitor
Goodbye, my lying lover
Never let a hurt woman
Believe a man again
The pleasure of controlling
Is more potent than expression (of love or desire)
But control lasts too short
And the pain of love lasts too long

It is easy to deceive us
When we pity you
But when we show you love, you leave us
And angry, we swear at you
Before we understand it (see that you deceived us)
It can not make us happy
But she that suffered from the deception
Will never love again

You faked all of the passion
So that you could control
But once the control has ended
The one you controlled, you now think beneath you and treat poorly
We measure your love by referencing our own
Until we have lost our own
But dying is a pleasure
When living is a pain