A Louer forsaken of his Loue.
To a new Court tune.
IOy to the person of my Loue,
Although that she doth me disdaine,
Fixt are my thoughts.
And cannot remoue,
But yet I loue in vaine.
Shall I lose the sight
Of my joy and hearts delight,
Or shall I cease my sute,
Shall I striue to touch?
Oh no that were too much,
She is forbidden fruit.
Ah woe is me,
That euer I did see
The beauty that did me bewitch,
But now alas I must forgoe
The treasure I estéem'd so much.
Oh whither shall my sad heart goe,
Or whither shall I flye?
Sad eccho shall resound my plaint,
Or else alacke I needs must dye.
Shall I by her liue.
That no life to me will giue,
But deadly wounds my heart?
If I flie away,
Oh will she not cry stay,
My sorrowes to conuert?
Oh no, no, no,
She will not doe so,
But comfortlesse I must be gone:
But ere I goe
To friend or foe,
Ile loue her, or I will loue none.
A thousād good fortunes fall to her share,
Although she hath forsaken me,
& fill'd my sad heart full of despaire,
Yet euer will I constant be:
For she is the Dame
My tongue shall euer name,
For branch o [...] modesty,
Chast in heart and mind,
Oh were she halfe so kind,
Then would she pitty me,
Oh turne againe,
Be kind as thou art faire,
And let me in thy bosome dwell,
So shall I gaine,
The treasuer of loues paine:
Till then, my dearest Loue, farewell.
FINIS.
Printed at London by G.P.