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