In the whole wide world again
Such a constant lover.
Sir John Sedley epitomizes the situation in his praises of that jade, Phillis, whose smiles win easy pardon for her perfidy:—
She deceiving,
I believing,—
What need lovers wish for more?
And Lovelace, reversing the medal, pleads musically—and not in vain—for the same gracious indulgence:—
Why shouldst thou sweare I am forsworn,
Since thine I vowed to be?
Lady it is already Morn,