Out upon It!

Out upon it! I have loved
...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 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