My dear mistress has a heart <br />Soft as those kind looks she gave me, <br />When with love's resistless art, <br />And her eyes, she did enslave me; <br />But her constancy's so weak, <br />She's so wild and apt to wander, <br />That my jealous heart would break <br />Should we live one day asunder. <br /> <br />Melting joys about her move, <br />Killing pleasures, wounding blisses; <br />She can dress her eyes in love, <br />And her lips can arm with kisses; <br />Angels listen when she speaks, <br />She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; <br />But my jealous heart would break <br />Should we live one day asunder.<br /><br />Lord John Wilmot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dear-mistress-has-a-heart/
