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Rh not love one minute more, I swear, No, not a minute; not a sigh or tear Thou get'st from me, or one kind look again, Though thou shouldst court me to 't and wouldst begin. I will not think of thee but as men do Of debts and sins, and then I'll curse thee too: For thy sake woman shall be now to me Less welcome, than at midnight ghosts shall be: I'll hate so perfectly, that it shall be Treason to love that man that loves a she; Nay, I will hate the very good, I swear, That's in thy sex, because it doth lie there; Their very virtue, grace, discourse, and wit, And all for thee; what, wilt thou love me yet?

believe me, if I love, Or know what 'tis, or mean to prove; And yet in faith I lie, I do, And she's extremely handsome too: She's fair, she's wondrous fair, But I care not who know it, Ere I'll die for love, I'll fairly forego it.

This heat of hope, or cold of fear, My foolish heart could never bear: One sigh imprison'd ruins more Than earthquakes have done heretofore: She's fair, etc.

When I am hungry, I do eat, And cut no fingers 'stead of meat; Nor with much gazing on her face Do e'er rise hungry from the place: She's fair, etc.