TO HIS INCONSTANT MISTRESS
by: Thomas Carew (1595?-1639?)
- HEN thou,
poor Excommunicate
- From all the joys of Love, shalt see
- The full reward and glorious fate
- Which my strong faith shall purchase me,
- Then curse thine own inconstancy!
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- A fairer hand than thine shall cure
- That heart which thy false oaths did wound;
- And to my soul a soul more pure
- Than thine shall by Love's hand be bound,
- And both with equal glory crown'd.
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- Then shalt thou weep, entreat, complain
- To Love, as I did once to thee;
- When all thy tears shall be as vain
- As mine were then: for thou shalt be
- Damn'd for thy false apostasy.
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