Classic Poem

I.

Since me you swear, you do not love,
Of your Love am I more secure;
My Hopes your Faithlesness does prove,
Your Love to more, makes me more sure;

II.

So, for your Want of Faith alone,
Are all my Hopes, and Faith in you;
Since you, no Truth have to me shown,
I hope, you'll none against me show;

III.

Your Love of Change, makes my Love more
Me on your Faithlesness relie;
Since you still hated me before,
I hope in your Inconstancy;

IV.

Be more false, but more true to be,
To my Love, (dear Jilt!) if you can;
And show thy Kindness but to me,
For being, like thee, thy False Man;

V.

Since Likeness oft begets our Love,
Me shoud'st thou then the sooner trust;
But more a Jilt to me to prove,
And cheat me more, be thou more just;

VI.

Then me you wou'd but more deceive,
The less you wou'd deceive me, who,
Shou'd thee sure, but the less believe,
More Truth you'd to me seem to show;

VII.

Since in Love, as Religion too,
Your great Professions prove Faith less;
So less Truth to me wou'd you show,
The more Faith to me you profess;

VIII.

Out of more Kindness, then, to me,
To keep your Faith, no rash Oath take;
Lest your Vow your Temptation be,
Your Word and Faith with me to break.