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 crowned.
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
Damned for thy false apostasy.
(Thomas Carew)
More Poetry from Thomas Carew:
Thomas Carew Poems based on Topics: Love, Joy & Excitement, Soul, Belief & Faith- Epitaph On The Late Mary Villiers (Thomas Carew Poems)
- Epitaph On the Lady Mary Villiers (Thomas Carew Poem)
- To A. L. Persuasions to Love. (Thomas Carew Poem)
- Song. Good Counsel to a Young Maid (Thomas Carew Poem)
- Epitaph for Maria Wentworth (Thomas Carew Poem)
- Song: Eternity of Love Protested (Thomas Carew Poem)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Love Poems, Soul Poems, Joy & Excitement Poems, Belief & Faith PoemsBased on Keywords: complain, fairer, cure, reward, crowned, damned, purchase, entreat, oaths, inconstancy, apostasy