William Congreve

(24 January 1670 – 19 January 1729)

False Though She Be - Poem by William Congreve

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


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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