Now let her change and spare not! Since she proves strange I care not: Feigned love charmed so my delight That still I doted on her sight. But she is gone, new joys embracing And my desires disgracing. When did I err in blindness, Or vex her with unkindness? If my cares served her alone, Why is she thus untimely gone? True love abides to th' hour of dying: False love is ever flying. False! then, farewell for ever! Once false proves faithful never: He that boasts now of thy love, Shall soon my present fortunes prove. Were he as fair as bright Adonis, Faith is not had, where none is. |