1 Change thy minde since shee doth change, Let not Fancy still abuse thee : Thy vntruth cannot seeme strange, When her falshood doth excuse thee. Loue is dead and thou art free, She doth liue but dead to thee. 2 Whilst she lou'd thee best a while, See how she hath still delaid thee : Vsing shewes for to beguile, Those vaine hopes that haue deceiu'd thee, Now thou seest although too late, Loue loues truth which women hate. 3 Loue no more since she is gone, Shee is gone and loues another : Being once deceiu'd by one, Leaue her loue but loue none other. She was false bid her adew, She was best but yet vntrue. 4 Loue farewell more deere to mee Then my life which thou preseruest : Life all ioyes are gone from thee, Others haue what thou deseruest. Oh my death doth spring from hence I must dye for her offence.
5 Dye, but yet before thou dye Make her know what she hath gotten : She in whom my hopes did lye, Now is chang'd, I quite forgotten. She is chang'd, but changed base, Baser in so vilde a place.