The deserted Lover wisheth that his Rival might experience the same Fortune he himself had tasted

TO rail or jest, ye know I use it not;

Though that such cause sometime in folks I find.

And though to change ye list to set your mind.

Love it who list, in faith I like it not.

And if ye were to me, as ye are not,

I would be loth to see you so unkind:

But since your fault must needs be so by kind;

Though I hate it I pray you love it not.

Things of great weight I never thought to crave,

This is but small; of right deny it not:

Your feigning ways, as yet forget them not.

But like reward let other Lovers have;

That is to say, for service true and fast,

Too long delays, and changing at the last.