Love
The Merit of Inconstancy
From Lyra Elegantiarum, ed. Frederick Locker (London: E. Moxon, 1867)
Love
Why dost thou say I am forsworn,
Since thine I vow'd to be?
Lady, it is already morn;
It was last night I swore to thee
That fond impossibility.
Yet have I loved thee well, and long;
A tedious twelve-hours' space!
I should all other beauties wrong,
And rob thee of a new embrace,
Did I still doat upon that face.
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MLA
Lovelace, Richard. “The Merit of Inconstancy.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lovelace/55/.
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Lovelace, Richard. “The Merit of Inconstancy.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lovelace/55/.
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