To his false MISTRESS

Thou saidst that I alone thy Heart could move, And that for me thou wouldst abandon Jove. I lov'd thee then, not with a Love defil'd, But as a Father loves his only Child. I know thee now, and tho I fiercelier burn, Thou art become the Object of my Scorn. See what thy Falshood gets; I must confess I love thee more, but I esteem thee less.