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LOVE TURNED TO HATRED
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LOVE TURNED TO HATRED

I will 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 do5
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;10
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?

THE CARELESS LOVER

1

Never 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,5
But I care not who know it,
Ere I'll die for love, I'll fairly forego it.

2

This heat of hope, or cold of fear,

My foolish heart could never bear:
One sigh imprison'd ruins more10
Than earthquakes have done heretofore:
She's fair, etc.

3

When I am hungry, I do eat,

And cut no fingers 'stead of meat;
Nor with much gazing on her face15
Do e'er rise hungry from the place:
She's fair, etc.