To His Lady, Having Married Another

To love thee, after what thy vow, Slighting my truth, has made thee now, Must be a crime, but one, false fair, Which thou wilt have to expiate, where None will know thee for having known So ill the heart thou leavest lone.

Loving so passionately thy free Seducing smile, I thought to be Lost, but not guilty; but, alas, By all I am, by all I was, 'Tis proved too surely, to my cost, I guilty am, as well as lost!

Oh that I loved not with the zeal Thou'rt but too well assured I feel! That I exultingly might say, 'Tis joy to think that thou wilt pay, In unknown modes of future woe, For what none save ourselves shall know.