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Good wee must love, and must hate ill, |
For ill is ill, and good good still, |
But these are things indifferent, |
Which wee may neither hate, nor love, |
But one, and then another prove, |
As wee shall finde our fancy bent. |
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If then at first wise Nature had, |
Made women either good or bad, |
Then some wee might hate, and some chuse, |
But since shee did them so create, |
That we may neither love, nor hate, |
Onely this rests, All, all may use. |
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If they were good it would be seene, |
Good is as visible as greene, |
And to all eyes it selfe betrayes, |
If they were bad, they could not last, |
Bad doth it selfe, and others wast, |
So, they deserve nor blame, nor praise. |
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But they are ours as fruits are ours, |
He that but tasts, he that devours, |
And he that leaves all, doth as well, |
Chang'd loves are but chang'd forts of meat, |
And when hee hath the kernell eate, |
Who doth not fling away the shell?
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[CW: Loves] |