The Constant Lover

Out upon it, I have lov'd

Three whole days together;

And am like to love three more,

If it prove fair weather.

Time shall molt away his wings

Ere he shall discover

In such 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.