41. To His lnstant Mistress
—— T. Carew
When thou, poor Exunicate
From all the joys of Love, shalt e
The full reward and glorious fate
Which my strong faith shall purcha me,
Then cur thine own instancy!
A fairer hand than thine shall cure
That heart which thy fal 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 ’d.
Then shalt thou weep, e, plain
To Love, as I did oo thee;
When all thy tears shall be as vain
As mihen: for thou shalt be
Damn’d for thy fal apostasy.