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SIR ROBERT AYTON

With sere flowers to be thrown aside;

And I shall sigh, while some will smile, To see thy love to every one Hath brought thee to be loved by none.

��l$j. To an Inconstant One

T LOVED thee once; I'll love no more- A Tfiine be the grief as is the blame; Thou art not what thou wast before, What reason I should be the same ? He that can love unloved again, Hath Better store of love than brain : God send me love my debts to pay, While unth rifts fool their love away !

Nothing could have my love o'erthrown

If thou hadst still continued mine ; Yea, if thou hadst remain'd thy own, I might perchance have yet been thine. But thou thy freedom didst recall That it thou might elsewhere enthral : And then how could I but disdain A captive's captive to remain ?

When new desires had conquer' d thee And changed the object of thy will, It had been lethargy in me,

Not constancy, to love thee still. Yea, it had been a sin to go And prostitute affection so : Since we are taught no prayers to say To such as must to others pray.

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