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Richard Lovelace (Ричард Лавлейс)


The Scrutinie


I

Why should you sweare I am forsworn,
Since thine I vow’d to be?
Lady it is already Morn,
And ’twas last night I swore to thee
That fond impossibility.

II

Have I not lov’d thee much and long,
A tedious twelve houres space?
I must all other Beauties wrong,
And rob thee of a new imbrace;
Could I still dote upon thy Face.

III

Not, but all joy in thy browne haire,
By others may be found;
But I must search the blank and faire
Like skilfull Minerallist’s that sound
For Treasure in un-plow’d-up ground.

IV

Then, if when I have lov’d my round,
Thou prov’st the pleasant she;
With spoyles of meaner Beauties crown’d,
I laden will returne to thee,
Ev’d sated with Varietie.



Richard Lovelace's other poems:
  1. To Lucasta, I Laugh And Sing
  2. A Fly Caught In A Cobweb
  3. Upon the Curtain of Lucasta's Picture, It was Thus Wrought
  4. Cupid Far Gone
  5. The Vintage to the Dungeon


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