The Forsaken Wife
Elizabeth Thomas
1675 to 1731
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To love, to honour, and to fame;
Cruel man! I am not blind,
Humanity claims this as due,
My broken heart, your broken vows.
I yet superior am to you.
I will be true in spite of fate;
And one preeminence I'll claim,
Your want of love my ruin shows,
Yet maugre all your rigid hate,
But what's humanity to you?
Show me a man that dare be true,
That dares to suffer what I do;
I then will own your prior claim
Your infidelity I find;
Methinks, 'tis strange you can't afford
One pitying look, one parting word;
That can for ever sigh unheard,
To be for ever still the same.
But till that time, my dear, adieu,
And ever love without regard: