The Constant Lover

Out upon it,

I have

Three whole days together;

And am like to love three more,

If it prove fair weather.

Time shall molt away his

Ere he shall

In such whole wide world

Such a constant lover.

But the spite on't is, no

Is due at all to me:

Love with me had made no

Had it any been but she.

Had it any been but

And that very face,

There had been at least ere thisA dozen dozen in her place.