Change thy mind since she doth change
Change thy mind since she doth change,
let not fancy still abuse thee.
Thy untruth cannot seem strange
when her falsehood doth excuse thee.
Love is dead and thou art free;
she doth live, but dead to thee.
Whilst she lov'd thee best awhile,
see how she hath still delay'd thee,
using shows for to beguile
those vain hopes that have deceiv'd thee.
Now, thou sea'st although too late
Love loves truth, which women hate.
Love no more since she is ...