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.
