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Слушать(AI)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.
John Suckling
Sir John Suckling (10 February 1609 – after May 1641) was an English poet, prominent among those renowned for careless gaiety and wit – the acco
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