SONG LXXI. A Mock.
[To Love thee, without flattery, were a Sin]
1.
To Love thee, without flattery, were a Sin,
Since thou art, all Inconstancy, within;
My heart, is only govern'd by mine Eyes,
The newest object, is the greatest prize:
Then Love me just, as I Love thee
Untill a fairer, I can see.
B.
To Love thee, and to Flatter, were a Sin,
Since thou hast, ever to me, constant been
My heart and eyes, are govern'd by thy will,
The principle is shee, I'le stick to't still:
Then Love me just, and Love no more,
But just, as I Lov'd thee before.
2.
My heart, is now at liberty, and can
Know all that's fair, as you know, all that's man
Then why should you, so fondly think it strange?
Since that, I know, thine Appetite to change:
Then Love me, just, as I Love thee,
Untill a fairer I can see.
B.
My heart, is only yours, and can find,
By knowing thee, all that is Woman kind!
Then why should you (or any) think it strang
That I should like my choice too wel to change
But Love me, just and Love no more,
Variety I do abhore.
3.
I hate this constant doteing, on a Face,
Content ne're dwelt a week in any place;
Then why should you, or I Love one another
Longer, then we, can be content together?
Then Love me, just as I Love thee
Vntill a fairer I can see.
B.
I like a reall fondness, every where,
Where true Love dwels, content, last all the year:
Then let us like, and Love and live together
Since, if a part, there's no content in either:
Do thou Love me, and thou shalt be,
The only fair and fairest she.
