Richart Lovelace-The Scrutinie
Richard Lovelace THE SCRUTINIE |
Song. 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 black 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'n sated with Varietie. |