Thus ends my Love, but this doth grieve me most, <br />That so it ends, but that ends too, this yet, <br />Besides the Wishes, hopes and time I lost, <br />Troubles my mind awhile, that I am set <br />Free, worse then denied: I can neither boast <br />Choice nor success, as my Case is, nor get <br />Pardon from myself; that I loved not <br />A better Mistress, or her worse; this Debt <br />Only's her due, still, that she be forgot <br />Ere chang'd, lest I love none; this done, the taint <br />Of foul Inconstancy is clear'd at least <br />In me, there only rests but to unpaint <br />Her form in my mind, that so dispossest <br />It be a Temple, but without a Saint.<br /><br />Lord Edward Herbert of Cherbury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-end-2/
