To His Inconstant Mistress

When thou, poor Excommunicate

From all the joys of Love, shalt see

The full reward and glorious fate

Which my strong faith shall purchase me,

Then curse thine own inconstancy!

A fairer hand than thine shall cure

That heart which thy false oaths did wound;

And to my soul a soul more pure

Than thine shall by Love's hand be bound,

And both with equal glory crown'd.