Song: Out upon it, I have lov’d

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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 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.

© Sir John Suckling