| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| Richard Lovelace |
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| 49. The Scrutinie |
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| WHY should you sweare I am forsworn, | |
| Since thine I vow'd to be? | |
| Lady it is already Morn, | |
| And 'twas last night I swore to thee | |
| That fond impossibility. | 5 |
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| Have I not lov'd thee much and long, | |
| A tedious twelve houres space? | |
| I must all other Beauties wrong, | |
| And rob thee of a new imbrace; | |
| Could I still dote upon thy Face. | 10 |
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| Not, but all joy in thy browne haire, | |
| By others may be found; | |
| But I must search the black and faire | |
| Like skilfull Minerallist's that sound | |
| For Treasure in un-plow'd-up ground. | 15 |
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| Then, if when I have lov'd my round, | |
| Thou prov'st the pleasant she; | |
| With spoyles of meaner Beauties crown'd, | |
| I laden will returne to thee, | |
| Ev'n sated with Varietie. | 20 |
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