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 Out upon it, I have lov'd by Sir John Suckling 
						Out upon it, I have lov'dThree 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.
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