An Ode

Now I find thy looks were feigned, Quickly lost, and quickly gained; Soft thy skin, like wool of wethers, Heart unstable, light as feathers, Tongue untrusty, subtile-sighted, Wanton will, with change delighted, Siren pleasant, foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for this treason!

Of thine eyes, I made my mirror, From thy beauty came mine error, All thy words I counted witty, All thy smiles I deemed pity. Thy false tears that me aggrieved, First of all my trust deceived. Siren pleasant, foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for this treason!

Feigned acceptance when I asked, Lovely words with cunning masked, Holy vows but heart unholy; Wretched man, my trust was folly! Lily white and pretty winking, Solemn vows, but sorry thinking. Siren pleasant, foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for this treason!

Now I see, O seemly cruel, Others warm them at my fuel! Wit shall guide me in this durance, Since in love is no assurance. Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure; Beauty is a fading treasure. Siren pleasant, foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for this treason!

Prime youth lusts not age still follow, And make white these tresses yellow; Wrinkled face for looks delightful Shall acquaint the dame despightful; And when time shall eat thy glory, Then too late thou wilt be sorry. Siren pleasant, foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for thy treason!