Edward, Lord Herbert of Cherbury - Love's End lyrics

Thus ends my Love, but this doth grieve me most, That so it ends, but that ends too, this yet, Besides the Wishes, hopes and time I lost, Troubles my mind awhile, that I am set Free, worse then denied: I can neither boast Choice nor success, as my Case is, nor get Pardon from myself; that I loved not A better Mistress, or her worse; this Debt Only's her due, still, that she be forgot Ere chang'd, lest I love none; this done, the taint Of foul Inconstancy is clear'd at least In me, there only rests but to unpaint Her form in my mind, that so dispossest It be a Temple, but without a Saint.