ROSETTE, because I stayed awaye A little whyle, you wanton grew, And I who knew how you did swaye, Theron was fayne noe more of you. Noe more such fickle lovelinesse Shall holde me captive in its net: We soone shall see, light shepherdesse, Which shall be first to know regret. Whyle in vaine teares my lyfe I lose And doe bemoan my lonely fate, You who doe love by simple use, Have fond arms for another mate; Noe weather-vane more swiftly veers Before the wind than you, Rosette: We soone shall see, whose love outwears— Which shall be first to knowe regret. Where are your holye promises, And where are nowe your farewell woes? And could such sorrowe-laden cries Come from a heart that gaddynge goes? Pardie! but you're a lyinge lasse, And curst the man whose trust you get! We soone shall see, light shepherdesse, Which shall be first to knowe regret. He who doth tayke the sweets were myne Lacks wit to woe as well as I, And she I love is far more fine In beauty, love and loyaltie. Holde closely then your new-found swaine; This love of myne is firmly set, And then we soone shall see, of twaine, Which shall be first to knowe regret. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE OLD ENEMY by SARA TEASDALE A COURT LADY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CAVALIER TUNES: GIVE A ROUSE THEN FOR THE CLINIC by ROBERT BROWNING POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 19 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |