THE CONSTANT LOVER

                                                SIR JOHN SUCKLING  1609-1641

  

 

Out upon it, I have loved

Three 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.