Now thou hast loved me one whole day, <br />Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? <br />Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow? <br /> Or say that now <br />We are not just those persons which we were? <br />Or, that oaths made in reverential fear <br />Of love, and his wrath, any may forswear? <br />Or, as true deaths, true marriages untie, <br />So lovers' contracts, images of those, <br />Bind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose? <br /> Or your own end to justify, <br />For having purposed change, and falsehood, you <br />Can have no way but falsehood to be true? <br />Vain lunatic, against these 'scapes I could <br /> Dispute, and conquer, if I would, <br /> Which I abstain to do, <br />For by tomorrow, I may think so too.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-s-constancy/
