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Time shall moult away his wings,5
But the spite on 't is, no praise
Had it any been but she,
Say, but did you love so long?
Truth, time's fair and witty daughter,
But I grant you merit praise25
She to whom you prov'd so true,
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SIR JOHN SUCKLING
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Ere he shall discover
In the whole wide world again
Such a constant lover.
3
Is due at all to me:10
Love with me had made no stays,
Had it any been but she.
4
And that very face,
There had been at least ere this15
A dozen dozen in her place.
Sir Toby Matthews
1
In troth, I needs must blame you:
Passion did your judgment wrong,
Or want of reason shame you.20
2
Shortly shall discover,
Y' are a subject fit for laughter,
And more fool than lover.
3
For your constant folly:
Since you doted three whole days,
Were you not melancholy?
4
And that very, very face,30
Puts each minute such as you
A dozen dozen to disgrace.
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