Out upon it, I have loved
Three whole days together!
And am like to love three more
If it prove fair weather
Time shall moult away his wings
Ere he shall discover
In the whole wide world again
Such a constant lover
But the spite on 't is, no praise
Is due at all to me:
Love with me had made no stays
Had it any been but she
Had it any been but she
And that very face
There had been at least ere this
A dozen dozen in her place