Farewell, fond youth, if thou hadst not been blind,
Out of mine eyes thou mightst have read my mind.
But now I plainly see
How thou wouldst fain leave me,
Sure I was accurst
Not to go at first,
Oh fie no!
Sweet stay, and I will tell thee why no.
Once more farewell, since first I heard thee speak
And had but sung farewell, my heart would break.
But now since I do find
Thy love is like the wind,
What a fool was I
To be like to die!
I was not.
Yet say I was a fool, I pass not.
Woe's me, alas! why did I let him go?
These be the fruits of idle saying 'no'.
Now that he can disprove me,
How ever shall he love me?
Nay but he is gone,
Then I am undone!
Oh hold him!