Out upon it! I have loved...
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,...
If it prove fair weather.
Time shall molt away his wings,...
Ere he shall discoverIn the whole wide world again...
Such a constant lover.
But the spite on 't is, no praise...
Is due at all to me:
Love with me had made no stays...
Had it any been but she.
Had it any been but she,...
And that very face,There had been at least ere this...
A dozen dozen in her place.