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| But there are things indifferent, |
| Which we may neither hate, nor love, |
| But one, and then another prove, |
| As we shall finde our fancy bent. |
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| If then at first wise Nature had, |
| Made women either good or bad, |
| Then some we might hate, and some chuse |
| But since she 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 betraies, |
| If they were bad, they could not last, |
| Bad doth it selfe, and others waste, |
| So they deserve nor blame, nor praise. |
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| But they are ours as fruits are ours, |
| Hee that but tastes, he that devours, |
| And he that leaves all, doth as well, |
| Chang'd loves are but chang'd forts of meat; |
| And when he hath the kernell eate, |
| Who doth not fling away the shell? |
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| Loves growth. |
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| I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure |
| As I had thought it was,
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[CW: Because] |