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 crowned.
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
Damned for thy false apostasy.
To My Inconstant Mistress
Thomas Carew
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Poem topics: faith, fate, heart, poor, strong, pure, equal, purchase, bound, reward, soul, thine, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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