Richard Lovelace

English poet
1618 — 1657

Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love
thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.

Unfaithfulness

We use cookies to personalise ads and to analyse our traffic. We also share information about your use of our site with our advertising and analytics partners. By using our site, you accept the use of these cookies. See details