Longer to trow ye What may it avail me? For right well know ye, Ye swore it unto me Still for to love me Alone and no moe. But ye have deceived me. Who could have thought so? Your fair words caught me And made me your mickle But time hath taught me Their truth is too tickle. Since faith is fickle And flitted you fro, Your ware is too brickle. Who would have thought so? Your great assurance Full oft-times did glad me. But the performance Hath as well made me, As reason bade me, To let your love go. With lies ye have lade me. Who could have thought so? Your faith and your oath Fly abroad in the wind. I would be right loathe To stay that by kind Could never yet find In change to say 'whoa'. This mean I by your mind. Who could have thought so? Since wax nor writing Can certain assure ye, Nor love nor liking Can no ways allure ye Once to procure ye To staidness to grow, I cannot endure ye. I care not who know. But trust well that I Shall never mistrust ye. I care not a fly, Go love where it lust ye; For needs change must ye In weal and in woe. In that most I trust ye. Who could have thought so? Farewell, unstable, For here I forsake thee. True love is not able True lover to make thee. Therefore I betake thee To them that do know The ways how to break thee Where I could not so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPITHALAMION MADE AT LINCOLNES INNE by JOHN DONNE HOW THE CUMBERLAND WENT DOWN [MARCH 8, 1862] by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL NATURAL HISTORY by MOTHER GOOSE KATHLEEN O'MORE by GEORGE NUGENT REYNOLDS THE HIGHER PANTHEISM by ALFRED TENNYSON STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |