|
| Yet she |
| Will be |
| False, ere she come to two or three. |
|
| Womans Constancy. |
|
| Now thou hast lov'd me one whole day, |
| To morrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? |
| Wilt thou then Antidate some new made vow? |
| Or say that now |
| We are not just those persons which we were? |
| Or, that oaths made in reverential fear |
| Of love, and his wrath, any may forswear? |
| Or, as true deaths true marriages untie, |
| So Lovers contracts, images of those, |
| Bind but till sleep, deaths image, them unloose? |
| Or, your own end to justifie, |
| For having purpos'd change, and falsehood, you |
| Can have no way but falsehood to be true? |
| Vain lunatique, against these scapes I could |
| Dispute, and conquer, if I would, |
| Which I abstain to doe, |
| For by to morrow, I may think so too. |
|
| The Undertaking. |
|
| I have done one braver thing |
| Than all the Worthies did; |
| And yet a braver thence doth spring, |
| Which is, to keep that hid.
|
[CW: It] |