Song From Marriage-A-La-Mode

John Dryden 1631-1700

Why sh0uld a f00lish marriage v0w,
Which l0ng ag0 was made,
0blige us t0 each 0ther n0w,
When passi0n is decayed?
We l0ved, and we l0ved, as l0ng as we c0uld,
Till 0ur l0ve was l0ved 0ut in us b0th;
But 0ur marriage is dead when the pleasure is fled:
‘Twas pleasure first made it an 0ath.

If I have pleasures f0r a friend,
And farther l0ve in st0re,
What wr0ng has he wh0se j0ys did end,
And wh0 c0uld give n0 m0re?
‘Tis a madness that he sh0uld be jeal0us 0f me,
0r that I sh0uld bar him 0f an0ther;
F0r all we can gain is t0 give 0urselves pain,
When neither can hinder the 0ther.