False though She Be to Me and Love, by William Congreve

False though She Be to Me and Love

False though she be to me and Love,
I'll ne'er pursue revenge;
For still the charmer I approve,
Though I deplore the 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.

poems.one - William Congreve

William Congreve