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Song: Out Upon It, I Have Loved |
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Written by Sir John Suckling
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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.
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