1 Change thy minde since shee doth change,
Let not Fancy still abuse thee :
Thy vntruth cannot seeme strange,
When her falshood doth excuse thee.
Loue is dead and thou art free,
She doth liue but dead to thee.
2 Whilst she lou'd thee best a while,
See how she hath still delaid thee :
Vsing shewes for to beguile,
Those vaine hopes that haue deceiu'd thee,
Now thou seest although too late,
Loue loues truth which women hate.
3 Loue no more since she is gone,
Shee is gone and loues another :
Being once deceiu'd by one,
Leaue her loue but loue none other.
She was false bid her adew,
She was best but yet vntrue.
4 Loue farewell more deere to mee
Then my life which thou preseruest :
Life all ioyes are gone from thee,
Others haue what thou deseruest.
Oh my death doth spring from hence
I must dye for her offence.
5 Dye, but yet before thou dye
Make her know what she hath gotten :
She in whom my hopes did lye,
Now is chang'd, I quite forgotten.
She is chang'd, but changed base,
Baser in so vilde a place.
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