The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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The Unconstant Lover.
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O how I hate thee now,And my self too,
For loving such a false, false thing as thee!
Who hourly canst depart
From heart to heart,
To take new harbour as thou didst in me;
But when the world shall spie,
And know thy shifts as well as I,
They'l shut their hearts and take thee in no more;
He that can dwell with none, must out of dore.
II
Thy pride hath overgrownAll this great Town
Which stoops, and bowes as low as I to you;
Thy falshood might support
All the new Court
Which shifts, and turn, almost as oft as thou.
But to express thee by,
There's not an object low, or high,
For 'twill be found, when ere the measures tride,
Nothing can read thy falshood, but thy pride.
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