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Thomas Carew - To My Inconstant Mistress
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When thou, poor excommunicat e
        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 crown`d.

   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
       Damn`d for thy false apostasy.
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