Thou traitrous heart! have made me twice a traitor

For even I can’t tell now thy allegiance;

A heartless heart; a love of loveless Cynics,

A tenderness without a clear Object.

That’s what I see in th’utmost deeps

Of this most filthy mind of mine.

And They! They’re both so true and worthy!

The Golden-haired one’s all mirth of a Nymphette

While Hair-o’Night is virtuous and noble.

I cannot choose, I truly do love two

So different spirits of the Northern skies,

And of the Vault of Tropic constellations.

I want them both with their laughs and blushings,

With their Innocence and Passion all alike.

My Love’s too great to be restrained

In only one a Woman, so I give it

With Tenderness and Sighs, and sweet Uncertainty

To both my most beloved female creatures.

To Wife and Sweetheart! May they never meet!