A Deposition From Love

I was foretold, your rebell sex,     Nor love, nor pitty knew;     And with what scorn you use to vex     Poor hearts that humbly sue;     Yet I believd, to crown our pain,     Could we the fortress win,     The happy Lover sure should gain     A Paradise within:     I thought Loves plagues, like Dragons sate,     Only to fright us at the gate.     But I did enter, and enjoy     What happy Lovers prove;     For I could kiss, and sport, and toy,     And taste those sweets of love;     Which had they but a lasting state,     Or if in Celias brest     The force of love might not abate,     Jove were too mean a guest.     But now her breach of faith, farre more     Afflicts, than did her scorn before.     Hard fate! to have been once possest,     As victor, of a heart     Atchievd with labour, and unrest,     And then forcd to depart.     If the stout Foe will not resigne     When I besiege a Town,     I lose, but what was never mine;     But he that is cast down     From enjoyd beauty, feels a woe,     Only deposed Kings can know.