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Iohn Dowland

XVI. Fie on this faining.

      Fie on this faining
      Is loue without desire,
      Heat still remaining
      And yet no sparke of fire ?
      Thou art vntrue, nor wert with fancie moued,
      for desire hath powre on all that euer loved.
     
      2 Shew some relenting,
      Or graunt thou doest now loue,
      Two hearts consenting
      Shall they no comforts proue ?
      Yeeld, or confesse that loue is without plaesure,
      And that womens bounties rob men of their treasure.
     
      3 Truth is not placed
      In words and forced smiles,
      Loue is not graced 
      With that which still beguiles,
      Loue or dislike, yeeld fire, or giue no fuell,
      So maist thou proue kind, or at the least lesse cruell.