1
Farewell fond youth, if thou hadst not beene blinde,
Out of mine eyes thou mightst haue read my mind,
But now I plainely see how thou wouldst faine leaue me;
Sure I was accurst,
Not to goe at first,
Sure I was accurst, O fie no,
Sweet stay and I will tell thee why no.
2
Once more farewell, since first I heard thee speake,
And had but sung farewell, my heart would breake,
But now since I doe find thy loue is like the wind,
What a foole was I,
To be like to die.
What a foole was I, I was not,
Yet say I was a foole I passe not.
3
Woes me alasse, why did I let him goe,
These be the fruites of idle saying no,
Now that he can disproue me, how shall he euer loue me,
Nay but is he gone,
Then I am vndone,
Nay but is he gone, O hold him,
Fie, forty things are yet vntold him.
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