"Farewell, ungrateful traitor!" is a song from John Dryden's 1681 play The Spanish Friar. In this ferocious poem, a speaker laments that her lover has abandoned her, and swears she'll never love again. Men are liars who lose interest in you as soon as you fall for them, she says bitterly, and the pleasures of love come at a terrible cost. But there's rueful humor in this lament as well as pain; the poem's jaded, witty tone fits right into the traditions of the Restoration comedy, a 17th-century theatrical movement of which Dryden was a well-known master.
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1Farewell, ungrateful traitor!
2Farewell, my perjured swain
3Let never injured creature
4Believe a man again.
5The pleasure of possessing
6Surpasses all expressing,
7But 'tis too short a blessing,
8And love too long a pain.
9'Tis easy to deceive us
10In pity of your pain;
11But when we love, you leave us
12To rail at you in vain.
13Before we have descried it,
14There is no bliss beside it,
15But she, that once has tried it,
16Will never love again.
17The passion you pretended
18Was only to obtain;
19But once the charm is ended,
20The charmer you disdain.
21Your love by ours we measure
22Till we have lost our treasure;
23But dying is a pleasure
24When living is a pain.
1Farewell, ungrateful traitor!
2Farewell, my perjured swain
3Let never injured creature
4Believe a man again.
5The pleasure of possessing
6Surpasses all expressing,
7But 'tis too short a blessing,
8And love too long a pain.
9'Tis easy to deceive us
10In pity of your pain;
11But when we love, you leave us
12To rail at you in vain.
13Before we have descried it,
14There is no bliss beside it,
15But she, that once has tried it,
16Will never love again.
17The passion you pretended
18Was only to obtain;
19But once the charm is ended,
20The charmer you disdain.
21Your love by ours we measure
22Till we have lost our treasure;
23But dying is a pleasure
24When living is a pain.
Farewell, ungrateful traitor!
Farewell, my perjured swain
Let never injured creature
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 bliss 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.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Spanish Friar — Read this song in the context of the play it came from: The Spanish Friar, a tale of deception and double-crossing.
Dryden's Life and Work — Read a short biography of Dryden at the Poetry Foundation's website.
The Poem Aloud — Hear the poem read out loud.
Dryden's Laureateship — Read about a rediscovered portrait of Dryden—and his role as the first English Poet Laureate.
The Poem Set to Music — Listen to the poem set to a jaunty melody.