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Womans Constancy |
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Now thou hast lou'd mee one whole day |
To morrow when thou leaust what wilt thou say? |
Wilt thou then antidate some new made vowe |
or say that now |
Wee are not iust those persons w.ch wee were |
Or that oaths made in reverentaill feare |
Of Loue and his wrath any may forweare |
(ffor as true deaths true marriages vntye |
So Louers Contracts, Images of those |
Bind but till sleepe, deaths Image, them vnlose?) |
Or yor owne end to iustify |
ffor hauing purposd change and falshood, you |
Can haue no way but falshood to bee true. |
Vayne Lunatique agaynst these scapes I could |
Dispute, and conquer if I would |
W.ch I abstayne to doe |
ffor by to morrow I may thinke so too. |
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ffor my first Twenty yeares since yesterday |
I scarse beleeue you could bee gon away |
And fourty more I fedd on fauours past |
And fourty on hopes that youu wish they might last |
Teares haue one hundred drownd, sighs blowne out two |
One thousand I did nothing thinke or doe |
Or not deni'd all beeing on thoughts of you |
Or in one thousand more forgot that too |
Yet thinke* not this long life, but thinke that I |
Am, by beeing dead, im̀„ortall. Can Ghosts dye?
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[CW: Tis true__] |