Текст оригинала на английском языке
VVhen first the Magick of thine ey, Usurpt upon my liberty, Triumphing in my hearts spoyl, thou Didst lock up thine in such a vow; When I prove false, may the bright day Be govern'd by the Moons pale ray! (As I too well remember) This Thou said'st, and seald'st it with a kiss. O Heavens! and could so soon that Ty Relent in slack Apostacy? Could all thy Oaths, and morgag'd trust, Vanish? like letters form'd in dust Which the next wind scatters. Take heed, Take heed Revolter; know this deed Hath wrong'd the world, which will fare worse By thy Example then thy Curse. Hide that false Brow in mists. Thy shame Ne're see light more, but the dimme flame Of funeral Lamps. Thus sit and moane, And learn to keep thy guilt at home. Give it no vent; for if agen Thy Love or Vowes betray more men, At length (I fear) thy perjur'd breath Will blow out day, and waken Death.
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