QUITTING AGAIN

The hero of Affairs of love By far too numerous to be mentioned, And scarred as I'm, It seemeth time That I were mustered out and pensioned.

So on this wall My lute and all I hang, and dedicate to Venus; And I implore But one thing more Ere all is at an end between us.

O goddess fair Who reignest where The weather's seldom bleak and snowy, This boon I urge: In anger scourge My old cantankerous sweetheart, Chloe!