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To An Inconstant One
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To An Inconstant One

I LOVED thee once; I'll love no more--
   Thine be the grief as is the blame;
Thou art not what thou wast before,
   What reason I should be the same?
   He that can love unloved again,
   Hath better store of love than brain:
   God send me love my debts to pay,
   While unthrifts fool their love away!

Nothing could have my love o'erthrown
   If thou hadst still continued mine;
Yea, if thou hadst remain'd thy own,
   I might perchance have yet been thine.
   But thou thy freedom didst recall
   That it thou might elsewhere enthral:
   And then how could I but disdain
   A captive's captive to remain?

When new desires had conquer'd thee
   And changed the object of thy will,
It had been lethargy in me,
   Not constancy, to love thee still.
   Yea, it had been a sin to go
   And prostitute affection so:
   Since we are taught no prayers to say
   To such as must to others pray.

Yet do thou glory in thy choice--
   Thy choice of his good fortune boast;
I'll neither grieve nor yet rejoice
   To see him gain what I have lost:
   The height of my disdain shall be
   To laugh at him, to blush for thee;
   To love thee still, but go no more
   A-begging at a beggar's door.

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Such a good poem, kind of funny too