That Faith is dead, and true Love disregarded

WHAT should I say?

Since Faith is dead,

And Truth away

From you is fled?

Should I be led

With doubleness?

Nay! nay! Mistress.

I promis’d you,

And you promis’d me,

To be as true,

As I would be.

But since I see

Your double heart,

Farewell my part!

Thought for to take,

It is not my mind;

But to forsake

[One so unkind;]

And as I find,

So will I trust;

Farewell, unjust!

Can ye say nay,

But that you said

That I alway

Should be obey’d?

And thus betray’d,

Or that I wist!

Farewell, unkist!