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[Fayre beautyes! If I doe confesse]
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Fayre beautyes! If I doe confesseMy self inconstant in my drincke,
You ought not to love mee the lesse,
I say but that which most men thincke:
And (troth) there is lesse hurtfull art
In a light toungue, then a false heart.
2
Some use to sweare that you will findNothing but truth within their brests;
Yet wauer more then does the wind,
When in a tempest least itt rests;
Nought of my thoughts I say to you,
But what you'l find to bee most true.
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More then I promise, I'le performe;They give you oaths, but keepe them not:
You build i'th' ayre, when as you forme
False hopes on vowes long since forgott.
Leaue, leaue them then, and deale with mee,
So you will ne're deceaued bee.
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Fayrely before hand I declare,That when I'me weary, I shall leave;
Fore-warned thus, you'l be aware,
Whilst falser men would yee deceaue:
Besides, in this I nothing doe
But what I'de sweare you will doe too.
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When of your loue I weary grow,Before I change, I'le tell you on't;
Doe you the same when you are soe,
And give mee time to thincke uppon't;
Else-where I soone shall place my heart,
Then, kindly wee'l shake hands, and part.
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