I cannot change, as others do, <br />Though you unjustly scorn; <br />Since that poor swain, that sighs for you <br />For you alone was born. <br />No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move <br />A surer way I'll try: <br />And to revenge my slighted love, <br />Will still love on, will still love on, and die. <br /> <br />When, kill'd with grief, Amyntas lies; <br />And you to mind shall call <br />The sighs that now unpitied rise; <br />The tears that vainly fall: <br />That welcome hour that ends this smart, <br />Will then begin your pain; <br />For such a faithful, tender heart <br />Can never break, can never break in vain.<br /><br />John Wilmot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/constancy/
