We currently have one poem by Richard Lovelace. You can listen to the poem and also read it below.
Read and listen to The Scrutiny
Why should you swear I am forsworn,
Since thine I vowed to be?
Lady it is already morn,
Ans ‘twas last night I swore to thee
That fond impossibility
Have I not loved thee much and long,
A tedious twelve hours’ space?
I must all other Beauties wrong,
And rob thee of a new embrace;
Could I still dote upon thy face.
Not, but all joy in thy brown hair,
By others may be found;
But I must search the black and fair
Like skillful mineralists that sound
For treasure in un-plowed-up ground.
Then, if when I have loved my round,
Thou provest the pleasantest she;
With spoils of meaner Beauties crowned,
I laden will return to thee,
Ev’n sated with variety.
Richard Lovelace - 1617 - 1657
Was an English poet in the seventeenth century. He was a cavalier poet who fought on behalf of the king during the Civil War. His best known works are “To Althea, from Prison”, and “To Lucasta, Going to the Warres”.
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