The Scrutiny

Why should you swear I am forsworn,
 * Since thine I vowed to be?

Lady it is already morn,
 * And 'twas last night I swore to thee

That fond impossibility.

Have I not loved thee much and long,
 * A tedious twelve hours' space?

I must all other Beauties wrong,
 * And rob thee of a new embrace;

Could I still dote upon thy face.

Not, but all joy in thy brown hair,
 * By others may be found;

But I must search the black and fair
 * Like skilful mineralists that sound

For treasure in un-plowed-up ground.

Then, if when I have loved my round,
 * Thou provest the pleasant she;<BR>

With spoils of meaner Beauties crowned,<BR>
 * I laden will return to thee,<BR>

Ev'n sated with variety.<BR>