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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. |
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womans constancy. |
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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.
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