Dispute, and conquer, if I would,
Which I abstaine to doe,
For by to-morrow, I may think so too.
Why ask for constancy when change is the life and law of love?
I can love both fair and brown;
Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays;
Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays.
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I can love her and her, and you and you,
I can love any so she be not true.