By John Donne
Now thou hast loved me one whole day
Tomorrow when thou leavest--what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then antedate some new made vow?
Or say that now
We are not just those persons that which we were?
Or that oaths made in reverential fear
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear?
Or as true death true marriages untie
So Lovers Contracts, images of those,
Blind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose?
Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
Vain lunatic! Against these 'scapes I could!
Dispute and conquer, if I would;
Which I abstain to do;
for by tomorrow I may think so too.