Farewell To False Love
Farewell, false love, the
oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to
rest,
An envious girl, from whom
all cares arise,
a beast with rage
possessed,
A way of error, a temple full
of treason,
In all effects contrary unto
reason.
A poisoned serpent covered
all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and
murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence
are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every
grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of
deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a
poisoned bait.
A fortress foiled, which
reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the
mind,
A maze wherein affection
finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs
before the wind,
A substance like the
shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the
wisest run.
A quenchless fire, a nurse
of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril
and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and
despair,
An idle girl that sleeps in
pleasure's lap,
A deep mistrust of that
which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason
doubtful deems.
Sith then thy trains my
younger years betrayed,
And for my faith ingratitude
I find;
And sith repentance hath
my wrongs bewrayed,
Whose course was ever
contrary to kind:
False love, desire, and
beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all
these fancies grew.
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