The Constant Lover by Sir John Suckling Lyrics

Out upon it, I have lov'd
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more
If it hold fair weather

Time shall moult away his wings
Ere he shall discover
In the whole wide world agen
Such a constant Lover

But a pox upon't, no praise
There is due at all to me:
Love with me had made no stay
Had it any been but she

Had it any been but she
And that very very Face
There had been at least ere this
A dozen dozen in her place