University of Virginia Library

Search this document 

collapse section
 
collapse section
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
To his Mistris.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
expand section

To his Mistris.

Chuse me your Valentine,
Next let us marry:
Love to the death will pine,
If we long tarry:

51

You have broke promise twice,
Dear to undo me;
If you prove faithless thrice,
None then will wooe you.