The last remains of Sr John Suckling Being a Full collection Of all his Poems and Letters which have been so long expected, and never till now Published, with The Licence and Approbation of his Noble and Dearest friends |
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Perjury excus'd.
Alas it is too late! I can no moreLove now, then I have lov'd before:
My Flora, 'tis my Fate, not I;
And what you call Contempt, is Destiny.
I am no Monster sure, I cannot show
Two hearts; one I already ow:
And I have bound my self with oaths, and vowed
Oftner I fear then Heaven hath ere allowed,
That Faces now should work no more on me,
Then if they could not charm, or I not see.
And shall I break them? shall I think you can
Love, if I could, so foul a perjur'd man?
Oh no, 'tis equally impossible that I
Should love again, or you love Perjury.
J. S.
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