  OUT upon it! I have loved Three whole days together, And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again 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. Sir John Suckling. |
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