Therefore I'll sigh, and sob, and weep To see false men no faith can keep. The jewel's lost, the thief is fled, My mind to him was always true For which I have now cause to rue, Would I had never seen his face, Nor trod the paths of Cupid's race, For now I sigh, and sob, and weep, To see false men no faith can keep. SECOND PART. What hap hath any he or she, I cannot take my quiet rest To think on him that I lov'd best, "Tis true indeed he robbeth me My head doth ache, mine eyes are sore, My days are short, my life's not long, His tempting eyes and smiling books, When first with me he came in place, With words most fair he did entreat, my favour he did get, But in uncertain I do find, And hanging like the wavering wind, With makes me sigh, and sob, and weep: To see that men no faith can keep. He vow'd to bear a faithful mind, But he is otherwise inclin'd, He now doth seem as strange to me, Which makes me sigh, and sob, and weep, Thus seems my love to do me wrong, For which I sigh, and sob, and weep, LXV. NO CONSTANCY IN MAN. {This Ballad is inserted in H. Lawes's "First Book of Ayres," and Mr. Todd esteems it the production of Lawes himself. See preliminary Notes on Comus.] ВÊ gone, be gone, thou perjur’d man, And never more return, know that thy inconstancy iath chang'd my love to scorn: hou hast awak'd me, and I can See clearly there's no truth in man. My love to thee was chaste and pure, rning dew, like to endure, there's no truth in man. Thou mayst perhaps prevail upon Some other to believe thee, And since thou canst love more than one, By thy apostasy I find That love is plac'd amiss, I'm now resolv’d, and know there can 255 LXVI. "A Ladie being wronged by false suspect, and wounded by the durance of her Husband thus bewray her griefe." GIVE [From Gaiscoigne's Poems, 4to. 1587.] descry VE me my lute in bed now as I lie, And lock the doors of mine unlucky bower So shall my voice in mournful verse The secret smart which causeth me to lower also dooth |