by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
He himself courts his own ruin
Language: English
He himself courts his own ruin, That with too great passion sues 'em. When men whine too much in wooing, Women will like coquets use 'em. Some by this way of addressing Have the sex so far transported, That they'll fool away the blessing For the pride of being courted. Tilt and smile when we adore 'em, While some blockhead buys the favour; Presents have more power o'er 'em Than all our soft love and labour. Thus, like zealots with screw'd faces, We our fooling make the greater. While we cant long-winded graces, Others they fall to the creature.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "He himself courts his own ruin", Z. 372, published 1684. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 99