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John Wilbye (1574–1638)

LOVE me not for comely grace,

For my pleasing eye or face,

Nor for any outward part,

No, nor for my constant heart;

For these may fail or turn to ill,

So thou and I shall sever:

Keep therefore a true woman’s eye,

And love me still but know not why;

So hast thou the same reason still

To doat upon me ever.