To His False Mistris
Whither are all her false oathes blowne,
or in what region doe they live?
I'me sure no place where faith is knowne
dare any harbour to them give.
My withered heart, which Love did burne,
shall venture one sigh with the wind,
Oh may it never home returne
till one of her false oathes it find.
Then lett them wrestle in the sky
till they shall both one Lightning prove,
and falling may they pierce her eye
that was thus periurd in her love. Rob:
or in what region doe they live?
I'me sure no place where faith is knowne
dare any harbour to them give.
My withered heart, which Love did burne,
shall venture one sigh with the wind,
Oh may it never home returne
till one of her false oathes it find.
Then lett them wrestle in the sky
till they shall both one Lightning prove,
and falling may they pierce her eye
that was thus periurd in her love. Rob:
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