<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519494" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To An Inconstant Mistress</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I loved thee once, I'll love no more, <br> Thine be the grief as is the blame, <br>Thou art not what thou wast before, <br> What reason I should be the same? <br>He that can love unloved again <br>Hath better store of love than brain; <br>God send me love my debts to pay, <br>While unthrifts fool their love away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing could have my love o'erthrown, <br> If thou hadst still continued mine; <br>Nay, if thou hadst remained thine own, <br> I might perchance have yet been thine. <br>But thou thy freedom did recall, <br>That it thou might elsewhere enthrall, <br>And then how could I but disdain <br>A captive's captive to remain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When new desires had conquered thee, <br> And changed the object of thy will, <br>It had been lethargy in me, <br> Not constancy, to love thee still; <br>Yea, it had been a sin to go <br>And prostitute affection so, <br>Since we are taught no prayers to say <br>To such as must to others pray. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet do thou glory in thy choice, <br> Thy choice of his good fortune boast; <br>I'll neither grieve, nor yet rejoice <br> To see him gain what I have lost. <br>The height of my disdain shall be <br>To laugh at him, to blush for thee; <br>To love thee still, but go no more <br>A-begging at a beggar's door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Robert+Aytoun">Sir Robert Aytoun</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519494" data-title="To An Inconstant Mistress de Sir Robert Aytoun" data-description="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 ..."></div> </div> </div>

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