By Aphra Behn
A thousand martyrs I have made,
All sacrificed to my desire;
A thousand beauties have betrayed,
That languish in resistless fire.
The untamed heart to hand I brought,
And fixed the wild and wandering thought.
I never vowed nor sighed in vain
But both, though false, were well received.
The fair are pleased to give us pain,
And what they wish is soon believed.
And though I talked of wounds and smart,
Love’s pleasures only touched my heart.
Alone the glory and the spoil
I always laughing bore away;
The triumphs, without pain or toil,
Without the hell, the heav’n of joy.
And while I thus at random rove
Despise the fools that whine for love.
Read these lines from the poem.
And though I talked of wounds and smart,
Love’s pleasures only touched my heart.
How do these lines reflect the theme of the poem?
1)The words reflect the insincerity of the speaker's appeal to emotions.
2)The lines are a statement of the speaker's embarrassment.
3)The lines imply that the speaker has felt passion deeply.
4)The lines show that the speaker has never felt romantic love.