• To An Inconstant Mistress

    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?... more »

  • To His Forsaken Mistress

    I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
    And I might have gone near to love thee,
    Had I not found the slightest prayer
    That lips could move, had power to move thee;... more »