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Why, thou being changeless, changeful did I write, / Trusting thy truth, yet doubting thy defect, / Now all-triumphant, now confounded quite, / Sad-suited all, or proud in purple deck'd?
Did I not write of thy rare constancy, / Wherein was none like thee, thou like to none; / Swear that thy heart within my heart did lie / Past all removal till the world were done?