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XXXVI.
A Confession.
Since you will needs niy hart possesse,
Tis iust to you it should confesse
The faults to which tis given;
It is to change much more inclin'd
Then women, or the sea, or wind,
Or ought that's under heaven.
Tis iust to you it should confesse
The faults to which tis given;
It is to change much more inclin'd
Then women, or the sea, or wind,
Or ought that's under heaven.
Nor will I hide from you this truth,
It hath been from its very youth
A most egregious ranger;
And since from me it often fled,
With whom it was both born and bred,
Twill scarce stay with a stranger.
It hath been from its very youth
A most egregious ranger;
And since from me it often fled,
With whom it was both born and bred,
Twill scarce stay with a stranger.
Therefore, the gay, the blacke, the sad,
Which makes me often thinke twere mad,
Which makes me often thinke twere mad,
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