Against Luciaes Variety

F AIRE Lucia's full of Fortunes fauors, which
Makes her so wanton proud, shee'le fall I feare;
(That's common to the yong, if faire and rich)
Now plaies she with her dogge, then with her deere;
Now heere she is, then there, now sits, then lyes;
Now sighes, then laughes, and now and then (beside)
She for meere loue of alteration, cryes;
Because no one thing long, she can abide:
Then things must needes be short and sweete that shee
Loues long, yet long in loue she cannot bee,
Because she onely loues variety.
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