Classic Poem

My dear mistress has a heart
— Soft as those kind looks she gave me,
When, with love's resistless art
— And her eyes, she did enslave me;
But her constancy 's so weak,
— She 's so wild and apt to wander,
That my jealous heart would break
— Should we live one day asunder.

Melting joys about her move,
— Killing pleasures, wounding blisses;
She can dress her eyes in love,
— And her lips can arm with kisses;
Angels listen when she speaks,
— She 's my delight, all mankind's wonder:
But my jealous heart would break
— Should we live one day asunder.

My dear mistress has a heart
— Soft as those kind looks she gave me,
When, with love's resistless art
— And her eyes, she did enslave me;
But her constancy 's so weak,
— She 's so wild and apt to wander,
That my jealous heart would break
— Should we live one day asunder.

Melting joys about her move,
— Killing pleasures, wounding blisses;
She can dress her eyes in love,
— And her lips can arm with kisses;
Angels listen when she speaks,
— She 's my delight, all mankind's wonder:
But my jealous heart would break
— Should we live one day asunder.