1 Now let her change and spare not,
Since she proues strange I care not:
Fain'd loue charm'd so my delight,
That still I doted on her sight.
But she is gone new ioies imbracing;
And my desires disgracing.
2 When did I erre in blindnesse ?
Or vexe her with vnkindnesse ?
If my cares seru'd her alone;
Why is shee thus vntimely gone ?
True loue abides to t' houre of dying;
False loue is euer flying.
3 False then farewell for euer :
Once false proues faithfull neuer.
Hee that boasts now of thy loue,
Shall soone my present fortunes proue.
Were he as faire as bright Adonis;
Faith is not had where none is.
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