Constancye

Love unreturn'd, how ere the flame
Seeme great and pure, may still admitt
degrees of more, and a new name
and strength acceptance gives to itt.

Till then, by honor ther's noe tie
layd on itt, that it ne're decay,
the minds last act by constancy
ought to be seald, and not the way.

Did ought but loves perfection bind
who should assigne at what degree
of love, fayth ought to fix the mynd
and in what limitts wee are free.
Soe hardly in A single harte
is any love conceived
that fancye still supplyes one part
supposing itt received.

When undeceiv'd such love retires
tis but a modell lost
A draught of what might be expires
built but att fancies cost.

Yet iff the ruine one teare move
from pitty not Love sent
though not A Pallace, itt will prove
the most wisht monument.
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