William Congreve

False though She be

FALSE though she be to me and love,
    I’ll ne’er pursue revenge;
For still the charmer I approve,
    Though I deplore her change.

In hours of bliss we oft have met:
    They could not always last;
And though the present I regret,
    I’m grateful for the past.

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