THAT THE PAIN HE ENDURED SHOULD NOT MAKE HIM CEASE FROM LOVING. THE joy so short, alas! the pain so near, The time doth pass, yet shall not my love; When other laugh, alas! then do I weep; When other sing, then do I wail and cry ; When other run, perforced I am to creep; When other dance, in sorrow I do lie; When other joy, for pain well near I die; Thus brought from wealth, alas! to endless pain, That undeserved, causeless to remain. My mirth and health, Are driven to great decay. 'Fortune did smile A right short while, My time to pass away. The time so was, So never shall it be, And I alone THAT FAITH IS DEAD, AND TRUE LOVE DISREGARDED. WHAT should I say! Since Faith is dead, And Truth away From you is fled? Should I be led With doubleness? Nay! nay! Mistress. And you promis'd me, To be as true, As I would be. But since I see Farewell my part! [One so unkind;] Can ye say nay, That I alway Should be obey'd? THE LOVER COMPLAINETH THAT HIS FAITHFUL HEART AND TRUE MEANING HAD NEVER MET WITH JUST REWARD. GIVE place! all ye that doth rejoice, Which long hath served and nought can get. Such hap doth hap unhappily With steadfast love to serve the unkind. |