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Yet doe not, I would not goe,
Though at next doore we might meet,
Though she were true when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet shee
Will be
False, ere I come, to two or three.
womans constancy.
Now thou hast lov'd me one whole day,
To morrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then Antedate some new made vow?
Or say that now
Wee are not just those persons, which we were?
Or, that oathes made in reverentiall feare
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forsweare?
(For, as true deaths, true mariages untie,
So lovers contracts, images of those,
Binde but till sleepe, deaths image, them unloose?)
Or, your owne end to Iustifie,
For having purpos'd change, and falsehood; you
Can have no way but falsehood to bee true?
Vaine lunatique, against these scapes I could
Dispute, and conquer, if I would,
Which I abstaine to doe,
For by to morrow, I may thinke so too.

[CW: The]