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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; / Her whom the country form'd, and whom the town; / Her who believes, and her who tries; / Her who still weeps with spongy eyes, / And her who is dry cork, and never cries. / I can love her, and her, and you, and you; / I can love any, so she be not true.
Will no other vice content you? / Will it not serve your turn to do as did your mothers? / Or have you all old vices spent and now would find out others? / Or doth a fear that men are true torment you? / O we are not, be not you so; / Let me-and do you-twenty know; / Rob me, but bind me not, and let me go. / Must I, who came to travel thorough you, / Grow your fix'd subject, because you are true?