Quote#Love
Thou treacherous, base deserter of my flame
Quote byJohn Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester · 1647–1680
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems on Several Occasions (c. 1680), The Imperfect Enjoyment.
English (original)
Thou treacherous, base deserter of my flame, False to my passion, fatal to my fame, Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove So true to lewdness, so untrue to love?
— John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
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