| Woman's Constancy... John Donne... |
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Now thou hast lov'd me one whole day, Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate some new made vow? Or say that now We are not just those persons which we were? Or, that oaths made in reverential fear Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear? Or, as true deaths true marriages untie, So lovers' contracts, images of those, Bind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose? Or, your own end to justify For having purpos'd change, and falsehood; you Can have no way but falsehood to be true? Vain lunatic, against these scrapes I could Dispute, and conquer, if I would, Which I abstain to do, For by tomorrow, I may think so too. |
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