To His Inconstant Mistress

By Thomas Carew

1595?-1639?


WHEN 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!

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.

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.

DayPoems Poem No. 291
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