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I can loue both faire and browne; Her whome abowndance melts, and her whome want betraies Her, who loues lonesse best, and her who masks and plaies Her, whome the countrie formd, and who the towne; Her, who beleeues, and her who tries: Her, who still weepes with spungie eies; And her who is dry corke, and neuer cries; I can loue her and her, and yow and yow, I can loue any soe shee bee not true. Will no other vice content you? Will it not serue your turne to doe as did your Mothers? Or haue yow all old vices spent, and now would finde out others! Or doth a feare that men are true torment yow? Oh wee are not, bee not yow soe: Let mee, and doe yow, twentye knowe: Robb mee, but bynde mee not, and let mee goe; Must I which came to trauaile through you, Growe your fixt subiect, because yow are true? Venus heard mee sigh this songe, And by loues sweetest part Varietie, shee swore She heard not this till now: and it should bee soe no more She went, examind, and returnd ere long. And said, Alass, but two, or three Pore Heretiques in loue, there bee, Which thinke to establish dangerous constancie, But I haue told them since yow wilbee true Yow shall be true to them who are false to you.| |
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