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 discoverIn the whole wide world againSuch a constant lover. Last Remains (1659)
But love is such a mystery,I cannot find it out;For when I think I'm best resolv'd,I then am most in doubt. Last Remains (1659)
I prithee send me back my heart,Since I cannot have thine;For if from yours you will not part,Why then shouldst thou have mine? Last Remains (1659)
Had it any been but she,And that very face,There had been at least ere thisA dozen dozen in her place. Last Remains (1659)