So us, and t everywhere ;

    ter is, thy sphere.

    I CAN love both fair and brown ;

    s, and  betrays ;

    , and her who masks and plays ;

    ry formd, and wown ;

    ries ;

    ill h 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 s true.

    ill no otent you ?

    ill it not serve your turn to do as did your mothers ?

    Or , and no others ?

    Or dot men are true torment you ?

    O , be not you so ;

    Let me—and do you—ty know ;

    Rob me, but bind me not, and let me go.

    Must I, ravel thorough you,

    Gro, because you are true ?

    Venus his song ;

    And by loves sest part, variety, she swore,

    S till no it should be so no more.

    S, examined, and returnd ere long,

    And said, quot;Alas ! some three

    Poor ics in love there be,

    o stablisancy.

    But I old true,

    You srue to to you. quot;