Out upon it, I have lov'd <br />Three whole days together; <br />And am like to love three more, <br />If it prove fair weather. <br /> <br />Time shall molt away his wings <br />Ere he shall discover <br />In such whole wide world again <br />Such a constant lover. <br /> <br />But the spite on't is, no praise <br />Is due at all to me: <br />Love with me had made no stays <br />Had it any been but she. <br /> <br />Had it any been but she <br />And that very face, <br />There had been at least ere this <br />A dozen dozen in her place.<br /><br />Sir John Suckling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-constant-lover/
