Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PERJURY EXCUSED, by JOHN SUCKLING Poet's Biography First Line: Alas, it is too late! I can no more Last Line: Should love again, or you love perjury. | ||||||||
ALAS, it is too late! I can no more Love now than I have lov'd before: My Flora, 'tis my fate, not I; And what you call contempt is destiny. I am no monster, sure: I cannot show Two hearts; one I already owe; And I have bound myself with oaths, and vow'd Oft'ner, I fear, than Heaven hath e'er allow'd, That faces now should work no more on me, Than if they could not charm, or I not see. And shall I break them? shall I think you can Love, if I could, so foul a perjur'd man? Oh no, 'tis equally impossible that I Should love again, or you love perjury. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING A PEDLAR OF SMALL-WARES by JOHN SUCKLING A PROLOGUE OF THE AUTHOR'S TO A MASQUE AT WHITTON by JOHN SUCKLING |
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