Why should you swear I am forsworn, <br />Since thine I vowed to be? <br />Lady, it is already morn, <br />And 'twas last night I swore to thee <br />That fond impossibility. <br /> <br />Have I not loved thee much and long, <br />A tedious twelve hours' space? <br />I must all other beauties wrong, <br />And rob thee of a new embrace, <br />Could I still dote upon thy face. <br /> <br />Not but all joy in thy brown hair <br />By others may be found;— <br />But I must search the black and fair, <br />Like skilful mineralists that sound <br />For treasure in unploughed-up ground. <br /> <br />Then if, when I have loved my round, <br />Thou prov'st the pleasant she, <br />With spoils of meaner beauties crowned <br />I laden will return to thee, <br />Ev'n sated with variety.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-scrutiny/
