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III. THE FALSE, FORGOTTEN.
Change thy mynde synce she doth change,
Lett not fancy styll abuse the;
Thy vntruth can nott seeme strange
When her fallshood doth excuse y.
Loue is dead and thou art free,
She doth lyue but dead to thee.
Lett not fancy styll abuse the;
Thy vntruth can nott seeme strange
When her fallshood doth excuse y.
Loue is dead and thou art free,
She doth lyue but dead to thee.
When she lou'd the best a whylle,
See how styll she did delay thee:
Vsying showes for to beguylle,
Those vayne hopes wch haue betrayd ye.
Now thou seest butt all to late
Loue loues truth, wch women hate.
See how styll she did delay thee:
Vsying showes for to beguylle,
Those vayne hopes wch haue betrayd ye.
Now thou seest butt all to late
Loue loues truth, wch women hate.
Loue farwell, more deer to me
Then my lyfe wch thou preseruedste.
Lyfe, thy ioy is gone from the
Others haue what thou deseruedste:
They enioy what's not theyr owne
Happyer lyfe to lyue alone.
Then my lyfe wch thou preseruedste.
Lyfe, thy ioy is gone from the
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They enioy what's not theyr owne
Happyer lyfe to lyue alone.
Yet thus much to ease my mynd
Lett her know what she hath gotten:
She who tyme hath proud vnkynde,
Hauynge changd is quyte forgotten.
For time now hath done her worst,
Would she had done so at fyrst.
Lett her know what she hath gotten:
She who tyme hath proud vnkynde,
Hauynge changd is quyte forgotten.
For time now hath done her worst,
Would she had done so at fyrst.
Loue no more synce she is gone,
She is gone, and loves an other;
Being once deceiu'd by one
Leaue to loue and loue no other.
She was false, bid her adew
She was best but yet vntrewe.
She is gone, and loves an other;
Being once deceiu'd by one
Leaue to loue and loue no other.
She was false, bid her adew
She was best but yet vntrewe.
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