Change thy mind, since she doth change,
Let not fancy still abuse thee,
Thy untruth cannot seem strange,
When her falsehood doth excuse thee.
Love is dead and now
but free,
She doth live but dead to thee.
Once she loved me best a while,
See how she hath still belayed me,
Using chance for to beguile
Those vain hopes that
have deceived me.
Love, thou seest, although too late,
Love, love's truth which women
hate.
Love no more, since she is gone.
She is gone and loves another.
Being once deceived by love,
Leave her love, but love none other.
She was false, bitter, and pure,
She was best, but yet untrue.
Love, more dear to me than my life,
which thou preservest.
Life, all joys are gone from thee,
others have not thou deservest.
O, my death doth spring from hence,
I must die for her offence.
O, my death doth spring from hence,
I must die for her of fence.
Dine, but yet before thou dine,
Make her know what she hath gotten,
She in whom my hopes did lie,
Now is changed, I quite forgotten,
She is changed, a change of base,
Baser in so fine a place.