Thomas Carew

Here you will find the Poem To His Inconstant Mistress of poet Thomas Carew

To His Inconstant Mistress

WHEN thou, poor Excommunicate 
   From all the joys of Love, shalt see 
The full reward and glorious fate 
   Which my strong faith shall purchase me, 
   Then curse thine own inconstancy! 

A fairer hand than thine shall cure 
   That heart which thy false oaths did wound; 
And to my soul a soul more pure 
   Than thine shall by Love's hand be bound, 
   And both with equal glory crown'd. 

Then shalt thou weep, entreat, complain 
   To Love, as I did once to thee; 
When all thy tears shall be as vain 
   As mine were then: for thou shalt be 
   Damn'd for thy false apostasy.