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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