I love for thy fickleness,
And great inconstancy;
For had'st thou been a constant lass,
Then thou had'st ne'er loved me.

I love thee for thy wantonness,
And for thy drollery,
For if thou had'st not loved to sport,
Then thou had'st ne'er loved me.

I love thee for thy poverty,
And for thy want of coin,
For if thou had'st been worth a groat,
Then thou had'st ne'er been mine.

I love thee for thy ugliness,
And for thy foolery,
For if thou had'st been fair or wise,
Then thou had'st ne'er loved me.