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John Suckling - Love Turned to Hatred
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I will not love one minute more, I swear!
No, not a minute! Not a sigh or tear
Thou gett`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 do
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.
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?
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