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But there are things indifferent,
Which we may neither hate, nor love,
But one, and then another prove,
As we shall finde our fancy bent.
If then at first wise Nature had,
Made women either good or bad,
Then some we might hate, and some chuse
But since she did them so create,
That we may neither love, nor hate,
Onely this rests, All, all may use.
If they were good, it would be seene,
Good is as visible as greene,
And to all eyes it selfe betraies,
If they were bad, they could not last,
Bad doth it selfe, and others waste,
So they deserve nor blame, nor praise.
But they are ours as fruits are ours,
Hee that but tastes, he that devours,
And he that leaves all, doth as well,
Chang'd loves are but chang'd forts of meat;
And when he hath the kernell eate,
Who doth not fling away the shell?
Loves growth.
I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,

[CW: Because]