  While that the sun with his beams hot ScorchÉd the fruits in vale and mountain, Philon the shepherd, late forgot, Sitting beside a crystal fountain, In 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, and 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 enchainÉd; Full soon your love was leapt from me, Full soon my place he had obtainÉd. 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 removÉd, Before that I the leisure had To choose you for my best belovÉd: For all your love was past 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. Anon. |
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