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A Resolution to love no more.

[I]

Let me alone, I'le love no more,
Nor will I that fond God adore;
All your perfections cannot move
One am'rous thought in me to love:
Yet I'me not old, nor yet diseas'd,
But onely with your Sex displeas'd;
Not that I e're was scorn'd by any,
But because you can love too many.

II

Alas, where lies that great delight
Men fancy in your red and white?
The common Lilly and the Rose
Are far more beautifull then those;
And many objects in the Skies
Outshine the lustre of your Eyes,
Though Poets please sometimes to say
Your Eyes are brighter than the Day.
What wonder is there then in thee,
When thou hast lost thy constancie?