Classic Poem

You shou'd not call me less a Lover, for
My loving many, which shows my Love more;
Nor shou'd my Love for all give one Offence,
Who love all always, with Indifference;
My Love's more, as I love to more profess,
Who, did I not love all, shou'd love one less;
So my Love to thee, but the more I prove,
As I before did the more Women love;
By which, I show thee, that I love thee best,
Who trying all, love thee more than the rest,
So by my Change, prove to thee constantest;
If others lesser Charms I had not prov'd,
Thee so well as I do, I ne'r had lov'd;
Since only by my Love's Indiff'rence, I
Have better found where does the Diff'rence lie,
Betwixt your Charms, Sense, Merit, Virtue too,
And others; but from my Experience so,
Of others, 'tis, I have more Love for you;
Since other Women's Charms I try'd, I more
Prize, love you now, than e'r I did before;
So, by Proof, and Comparison alone,
Of, and with others, is your Merit known,
My Love, and Liking, much more to you shown;
Then sure you justly cannot say, that I,
Did wrong you, when I did with others lie;
Since trying others, I did Right to you,
By which, in my Esteem, you higher grow;
So but for my past Fickleness, you, now;
More Reason have, to think your self to be,
But more oblig'd sure, than abus'd by me;
I prove my Faith, by my past Fickleness,
And that I rather love you more, than less;
Then I, the more that I was false to you,
Am more true to you, by returning now;
Who left you for all Woman-kind before,
Now leave all them for you, so love you more;
Me more true, shou'd you, for my changing own,
Since you must own, there is less Falseness shown,
In leaving one for all, than all for one:
So you, but for my Fickleness that's past,
Shou'd think, my Love to you shou'd longer last;
Be more sure, my Faith to you shou'd be more,
As it from more, I now to one restore;
So my Change more my Faith does manifest,
Who had I not lov'd all, had Thee not best,
Who quitted thee but once for all the rest;
Which 'tis no Wonder Fickle Man shou'd do,
But 'tis a Wonder, I shou'd all for you;
As well those I have had, as not, before;
So the more I lov'd them, I love thee more;
Returning to thee, from Variety,
I show more Faith, as more Inconstancy;
Who, had I not before so many known,
Had not been so contented now, with one;
And if I had not lik'd you better too,
Had not left them, for whom I first did you;
So, wronging you, I've given you your Due,
And by my Change, have prov'd to you, most true,
Left one I'd known, for all I never knew;
Now all, I ne'r have known, I leave for one,
So, for my Change in Love, more Faith have shown.