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Chang'd, yet Constant.
Wrong me no more
In thy complaint,
Blam'd for Inconstancy;
I vow'd t'adore
The fairest Saint,
Nor chang'd whilst thou wert she:
But if another Thee outshine,
Th' Inconstancy is onely Thine.
In thy complaint,
Blam'd for Inconstancy;
I vow'd t'adore
The fairest Saint,
Nor chang'd whilst thou wert she:
But if another Thee outshine,
Th' Inconstancy is onely Thine.
To be by such
Blind Fools admir'd
Gives thee but small esteem,
By whom as much
Thou'dst be desir'd
Didst thou lesse beautious seem;
Sure why they love they know not well,
Who why they should not cannot tell.
Blind Fools admir'd
Gives thee but small esteem,
By whom as much
Thou'dst be desir'd
Didst thou lesse beautious seem;
Sure why they love they know not well,
Who why they should not cannot tell.
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Women are by
Themselves betray'd,
And to their short joyes cruel,
Who foolishly
Themselves perswade
Flames can outlast their fuel;
None (though Platonick their pretence)
With Reason love unlesse by Sence.
Themselves betray'd,
And to their short joyes cruel,
Who foolishly
Themselves perswade
Flames can outlast their fuel;
None (though Platonick their pretence)
With Reason love unlesse by Sence.
And He, by whose
Command to Thee
I did my heart resigne,
Now bids me choose
A Deity
Diviner far then thine;
No power can Love from Beauty sever;
I'me still Loves subject, thine was never.
Command to Thee
I did my heart resigne,
Now bids me choose
A Deity
Diviner far then thine;
No power can Love from Beauty sever;
I'me still Loves subject, thine was never.
The fairest She
Whom none surpasse
To love hath onely right,
And such to me
Thy Beauty was
Till one I found more bright;
But 'twere as impious to adore
Thee now, as not t'have don't before.
Whom none surpasse
To love hath onely right,
And such to me
Thy Beauty was
Till one I found more bright;
But 'twere as impious to adore
Thee now, as not t'have don't before.
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Nor is it just
By rules of Love
Thou should'st deny to quit
A heart that must
Anothers prove
Ev'n in thy right to it;
Must not thy Subjects Captives be
To her who triumphs over Thee?
By rules of Love
Thou should'st deny to quit
A heart that must
Anothers prove
Ev'n in thy right to it;
Must not thy Subjects Captives be
To her who triumphs over Thee?
Cease then in vain
To blot my name
With forg'd Apostasie,
Thine is that stain
Who dar'st to claim
What others ask of Thee?
Of Lovers they are onely true
Who pay their Hearts where they are due.
To blot my name
With forg'd Apostasie,
Thine is that stain
Who dar'st to claim
What others ask of Thee?
Of Lovers they are onely true
Who pay their Hearts where they are due.
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