John Danyel (1564–c. 1626)

WHAT delight can they enjoy

Whose hearts are not their own,

But are gone abroad astray

And to others’ bosoms flown?

Silly comforts, silly joy,

Which fall and rise as others move

Who seldom use to turn our way!

And therefore Chloris will not love,

For well I see

How false men be,

And let them pine that lovers prove.