Anonymous

WHILE that the sun with his beams hot

Scorchèd the fruits in vale and mountain,

Philon the shepherd, late forgot,

Sitting beside a crystal fountain

In the shadow of a green oak tree,

Upon his pipe this song play’d he:

Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!

Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!

Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

So long as I was in your sight

I was your heart, your soul, your treasure;

And evermore you sobb’d and sigh’d

Burning in flames beyond all measure:

—Three days endured your love to me,

And it was lost in other three!

Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!

Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!

Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

Another shepherd you did see,

To whom your heart was soon enchainèd;

Full soon your love was leapt from me,

Full soon my place he had obtainèd.

Soon came a third your love to win,

And we were out and he was in.

Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!

Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!

Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

Sure you have made me passing glad

That you your mind so soon removèd,

Before that I the leisure had

To choose you for my best belovèd:

For all my love was pass’d and done

Two days before it was begun.

Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!

Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!

Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.