I loved thee once. I'll love no more,
Thine be the grief, as is the blame;
Thou art not what thou wast before,
What reason I should be the same?


'To an Inconstant Mistress'


I loved thee once. I'll love no more, Thine be the grief, as is the blame; Thou art not what thou wast before, What reason I should be the same?

I loved thee once. I'll love no more, Thine be the grief, as is the blame; Thou art not what thou wast before, What reason I should be the same?

I loved thee once. I'll love no more, Thine be the grief, as is the blame; Thou art not what thou wast before, What reason I should be the same?

I loved thee once. I'll love no more, Thine be the grief, as is the blame; Thou art not what thou wast before, What reason I should be the same?