Author Richard Lovelace My mistresse sayes she'll marry none but me;No, not if Jove himself a suitor be.She sayes so; but what women say to kindLovers, we write in rapid streams and wind. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments