1. I doe love I know not what;
Sometimes this, & sometimes that:
All conditions I aime at.
2. But, as lucklesse, I have yet
Many shrewd disasters met,
To gaine her whom I wo'd get.
3. Therefore now Ile love no more,
As I've doted heretofore:
He who must be, shall be poore.
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