John Suckling (Джон Саклинг)

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. 

1. Sonnet I
2. Sonnet II
3. At A Wedding
4. If You Refuse Me Once, And Think Again
5. A Doubt of Martyrdom

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