Now let Her
Change and
Spare not!

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 the 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.

her Answers

Kind are her answers,

But her performance keeps no day;

Breaks time, as dancers

From their own music when they stray. All her free favours

And smooth words wing my hopes in vain. O did ever voice so sweet but only feign? Can true love yield such delay, Converting joy to pain?

Lost is our freedom,

When we submit to women so:
Why do we need them

When, in their best they work our woe?
There is no wisdom

Can alter ends, by Fate prefixt.

O why is the good of man with evil mixt? Never were days yet called two,

But one night went betwixt.

Maids are Simple," some men Say

"Maids are simple," some men say, "They, forsooth, will trust no men." But should they men's wills obey, Maids are very simple then.

Truth, a rare flower now is grown,
Few men wear it in their hearts;
Lovers are more easily known
By their follies than deserts.

Safer may we credit give

To a faithless wandering Jew Than a young man's vows believe When he swears his love is true.

Love they make a poor blind child,
But let none trust such as he:
Rather than to be beguiled,

Ever let me simple be.

my Life's Delight

Come, O come, my life's delight,
Let me not in languor pine!
Love loves no delay; thy sight,

The more enjoyed, the more divine: O come, and take from me

The pain of being deprived of thee!

Thou all sweetness dost enclose,
Like a little world of bliss.
Beauty guards thy looks: the rose
In them pure and eternal is.
Come, then, and make thy flight
As swift to me as heavenly light.

Give

Beauty all her Right

Give beauty all her right,
She's not to one form tied;
Each shape yields fair delight,
Where her perfections 'bide.
Helen, I grant, might pleasing be;
And Rosamond was as sweet as she.

Some the quick eye commends; Some swelling lips and red; Pale looks have many friends, Through sacred sweetness bred. Meadows have flowers that pleasure move, Though roses are the flowers of love.

Free beauty is not bound
To one unmoved clime:
She visits every ground,

And favours every time.

Let the old loves with mine compare,
My Sovereign is as sweet and fair.