WHEN thou, poor Excommunicate br    From all the joys of Love, shalt see br The full reward and glorious fate br    Which my strong faith shall purchase me, br    Then curse thine own inconstancy! br br A fairer hand than thine shall cure br    That heart which thy false oaths did wound; br And to my soul a soul more pure br    Than thine shall by Love's hand be bound, br    And both with equal glory crown'd. br br Then shalt thou weep, entreat, complain br    To Love, as I did once to thee; br When all thy tears shall be as vain br    As mine were then: for thou shalt be br    Damn'd for thy false apostasy.