To what end serve the promises And oaths lost in the air, Since all your proffer'd services To me but tortures are? Another now enjoys my love, Set you your heart at rest: Think not me from my faith to move, Because you faith protest. The man that doth possess my heart Has twice as much perfection, And does excel you in desert, As much as in affection. I cannot break so sweet a bond, Unless I prove untrue: Nor can I ever be so fond, To prove untrue for you. Your attempts are but in vain (To tell you is a favour): For things that may be rack your brain; Then lose not thus your labour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A CHURCHYARD SOLILOQUY by HENRY ALFORD PIONEER WOMAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG READING LESSON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A WHITE NIGHT by MATHILDE BLIND THE CANON OF AUGHRIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE DESCENDANT AND THE ID (MONOLOGUE IN REGARD TO HEREDITY) by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |