Richard Lovelace

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.
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