No Good At Love
You said you wanted me to stay
still hoping for another day
But as I turned you heard me say:
" I am no good at love!"
Still, with my heart I made so free
expecting love accordingly
But now I KNOW that cannot be,
" I am no good at love!"
I am no good, I'm too intense
to turn my passion into sense
nor ever proud enough to be
like those who take love carelessly
" I am no good at love!"
There're different kinds of loneliness
The kind you make yourself's the best
I know because I've tried the rest
" I am no good at love!"
And when self-pity makes me pray
for all the love you threw away
Here in sweet solitude I'll say:
" I am no good at love!"
WILLIAM THOMPSON (1712-1766)
THE HAPPY LIFE
A book, a friend, a song, a glass,
A chaste, yet laughter-loving lass,
To mortals various joys impart,
Inform the sense, and warm the heart.
Thrice happy they, who careless laid
Beneath a kind-embowering shade,
With rosy wreaths their temples crown,
In rosy wine their sorrow drown.
Begone, ambition, riches, toys,
And splendid cares, and guilty joys--
Give me a book, a friend, a glass,
And a chaste, laughter-loving lass.
