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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 crowned.
Then shalt thou weep, entreat, complain / To Love, as I did once to thee: / When all thy tears shall be as vain / As mine were then: for thou shalt be / Damned for thy false Apostacy.