The Constant Lover

OUT upon it! I have lov’d

Three whole days together,

And am like to love three more,

If it prove fine weather.

Time shall moult away his wings,

Ere he shall discover

In the whole wide world again

Such a constant lover.

But the spite on’t is, no praise

Is due at all to me;

Love with me had made no stays

Had it any been but she.

Had it any been but she,

And that very face,

There had been at least, ere this,

A dozen dozen in her place!