I. <br />When I by thy faire shape did sweare, <br />And mingled with each vowe a teare, <br /> I lov'd, I lov'd thee best, <br /> I swore as I profest. <br />For all the while you lasted warme and pure, <br /> My oathes too did endure. <br />But once turn'd faithlesse to thy selfe and old, <br />They then with thee incessantly grew cold. <br /> <br /> II. <br />I swore my selfe thy sacrifice <br />By th' ebon bowes that guard thine eyes, <br /> Which now are alter'd white, <br /> And by the glorious light <br />Of both those stars, which of their spheres bereft, <br /> Only the gellie's left. <br />Then changed thus, no more I'm bound to you, <br />Then swearing to a saint that proves untrue.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-8/
