The Maiden's Resolution

I'll henceforth bear without a sigh, All the secret pangs that grieve me, No more on love will I rely, He smiles on purpose to deceive me.

My Henry vow'd a thousand times, He would never, never leave me, The strain of love was in his rhimes, But, ah, he wrote 'em to deceive me.

He came at eve, he came at morn, And begg'd I would of doubts bereave me, Yet now he's left me all forlorn, It was his pastime to deceive me.

The world, thank heaven's fair and wide, Time and absence shall relieve me, I'll now assume a maiden's pride, Henry shall no more deceive me!