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| Yet doe not, I would not goe, |
| Though at next doore we might meet, |
| Though she were true when you met her, |
| And last, till you write your letter, |
| Yet shee |
| Will be |
| False, ere I come, to two or three. |
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| womans constancy. |
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| Now thou hast lov'd me one whole day, |
| To morrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? |
| Wilt thou then Antedate some new made vow? |
| Or say that now |
| Wee are not just those persons, which we were? |
| Or, that oathes made in reverentiall feare |
| Of Love, and his wrath, any may forsweare? |
| (For, as true deaths, true mariages untie, |
| So lovers contracts, images of those, |
| Binde but till sleepe, deaths image, them unloose?) |
| Or, your owne end to Iustifie, |
| For having purpos'd change, and falsehood; you |
| Can have no way but falsehood to bee true? |
| Vaine lunatique, against these scapes I could |
| Dispute, and conquer, if I would, |
| Which I abstaine to doe, |
| For by to morrow, I may thinke so too.
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[CW: The] |