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11. What if my mistresse.

       1   What if my mistresse now will needs vnconstant be,
            Wilt thou be then so false in loue as well as shee,
            No no such falsehoode flee, though women faithlesse be

       2   My mistresse frownes and sweares that now I loue her not,
            The change shee finds, is that which my dispaire begot,
            Dispaire which is my loue, since shee all faith forgot.

       3   Shee blames my truth and causelessly accuseth me,
            I must not let mine eyes report what they doe see,
            My thoughts restraind must be, and yet shee will goe free.

       4   If shee doth change shee must not be in constancie,
            For why shee doth professe to take such libertie,
            Her selfe shee will vntie, and yet fast bound am I.

       5   If shee at once doe please to fauour more then one,
            I agreed in humble sort to make my mone,
            I spake not to a stone, where sence of loue is none.

       6   But now let loue in time redresse all these my wrongs,
            And let my loue receiue the due to her belongs,
            Els thus ile frame my song or chaunge my mistresse longs.

       7   Which if I find my hart some other where shall dwell,
            For louing not to be beloued it is a hell,
            Since so my hap befell, I bid my loue farre well.


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