Now let her change and spare not, Since she proues false I care not, Fained loue so bewitched my delight, That still I doated on her sight, But she is gon, New desires imbracing, And my deserts disgracing. When did I erre in blindnesse, Or vex her with vnkindnesse, If my care did attend her alone, Why is she thus vntimely gone ? True loue abides till the day of dying, False loue is euer flying. Then false fare-well for euer, Once false proue faithfull neuer, He that now so triumphes in thy loue, Shall soone my present fortunes proue. Were I as faire as diuine Adonis, Loue is not had where none is.
Thomas Campion 1567-1620
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