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| I can loue both fayre and browne [297] |
| Her whome abundance melts, and her whome want betrays |
| Her who loues lonenesse best, and her who maskes and plays |
| Her whome the Country form'd and whome the Towne |
| Her who beleeues, and her who tryes |
| Her who still weepes with spungy eyes |
| And her who is dry Corke and never cryes |
| I can loue her and her, and you and you |
| I can loue any, so shee bee not true |
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| Will no other vice content you, |
| Will it not serue yor turne to doe as did yor mother? |
| Haue you old vices spent and now would find out other? |
| Or doth a feare that men are true torment you? |
| Oh |wee| are not, bee not |you| so |
| Let |mee| and doe |you| twenty knowe |
| Robbe mee but bind mee not and let mee goe |
| Must I wch. came to trauell thorough you |
| Growe yor fixt subiect because you are trew? |
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| Venus heard mee sigh this song |
| And by Loues sweetest part, variety, shee swore |
| Shee heard not this till now, And it should bee no more |
| Shee went, examind, and returnd e're long |
| And sayd, Alas, some two or three |
| Poore Heretiques in loue there bee |
| wch. thinke t'establish dangerous constancy |
| But I haue told them, since you will bee true |
| You shall bee true to them who are false to you.|
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[CW: All kings] |