Change thy mind since she doth change, Let not fancy still abuse thee. Thy untruths cannot seem strange When her falsehood doth accuse thee. Love is dead, and thou art free, She doth live, but dead to thee. Whilst she loved thee best awhile, See how still she did delay thee, Using shows for to beguile Those vain hopes which have betrayed thee. Now thou see'st, but all too late, Love loves truth, which women hate. Love no more since she is gone, She is gone and loves another. Being once deceived by one, Leave her love but love none other She was false, bid her adew, She was best but yet untrue. Love, farewell, more dear to me Than my life which thou preservest. Life, thy joy is gone from thee, Others have what thou deservest, Oh my death doth spring from hence I must die for her offence. They envy what 's not their own: Happier life to live alone. Yet thus much to ease my mind: Let her know what she hath gotten, She, who time hath proved unkind, Having changed, is quite forgotten. Fortune now hath done her worst; Would she had done so at first. Love no more since she is gone; She is gone and loves another. Having been deceived by one. Die, but yet before thou dye, Make her know what she hath gotten; She in whom my hopes did lie, Now is changed, I quite forgotten. She is changed, but changed base, Baser in so vilde a place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BROWN'S BODY by CHARLES SPRAGUE HALL HIS SAVIOURS WORDS, GOING TO THE CROSSE by ROBERT HERRICK SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE VIAL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PARODY OF A SHROPSHIRE LAD by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM IN AN ANCIENT LAND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 11 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |