False though She be

False though She be by William Congreve

FALSE though she be to me and love,
I'll ne'er pursue revenge;
For still the charmer I approve,
Though I deplore her change.
 
In hours of bliss we oft have met:
They could not always last;
And though the present I regret,
I'm grateful for the past.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.