The constant lover

Out upon it, I have loved three whole days together, and I am likely to love three more if it prove to be fair weather.
Time shalt no moult away his wings, and there he shall discover,
in the whole wide world again such a constant lover.

But spite upon it is no praise due to me, love with me had made no stays had it been any but he.
Had it been any but he, and that very face, there had been a dozen, dozen in his place.