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SONG. VII.

I

Why dost thou say I am forsworne,
'Cause thine I vow'd to be?
Thou se'st it is already morn,
And 'twas last night I promis'd thee,
That fond Impossibility.

II

And I have lov'd thee much and long,
A tedious twelve houres space,
I should do other Beauties wrong,
And rob thee of a fresh imbrace,
Should I still dote upon thy Face.

III

Not but all Joyes in thy brown hair,
By others may be found:
But I must have the black and Faire,
So for treasures some do sound,
In altogether unknown Ground.

IV

But if, when I have rang'd my Round,
Thou prov'st the pleasant'st she,
With spoyles of other beauties Crown'd,
I laden will return to thee,
Even sated with variety.