Robert Aytoun Poems

I loved thee once; I'll love you no more.
Thine be the grieve, as is the blame;
Thou art not what thou wast before,
What reason I should be the same?
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I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
And I might have gone near to love thee,
Had I not found the slightest prayer
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I loved thee once, I'll love no more,
Thine be the grief as is the blame,
Thou art not what thou wast before,
What reason I should be the same?
...