An inconstant Female.
With a reward for her disdaine in equalitie: To the same tune.
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L Oving mortall,
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In love I here exhort all
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in that estate:
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Love is wasting.
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But everlasting
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is womens hate.
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Why then live yee,
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Or wherefore alwaies give ye
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your teares and prayers
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To fond woman,
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Whose minde, so common,
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respects no teares.
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Oh be rul'd, and be advis'd
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by one hath seene them,
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by one hath knowne them,
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by one hath found them
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And their loves so small,
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For what must parted be,
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To me is nought at all.
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Once I loved,
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But thousand times have proved
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a curious Faire,
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Helens feature
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Beares this coy creature,
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and Venus hayre.
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Cupid dandling,
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Her tender breasts handling,
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betwixt them lyes.
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Love pursued,
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The more I viewed,
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love more did rise.
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She did feed me with delay,
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and swore to have me,
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not once to leave me,
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but vow'd to love me,
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With the like respect,
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When she another Sweet-hart
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Better did affect.
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Void of sorrow,
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A patience pure I borrow,
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and wait the time:
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She neglectfull,
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Of some respectfull,
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doth let me pine.
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Love increased,
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But could not be released,
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the more I sue,
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She ungratefull,
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To me turnes hatefull,
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false, faire, untrue:
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Spend I love, or time of feares,
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I am neglected,
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not once respected,
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but quite rejected,
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And can nothing gaine,
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But false dissembling love,
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Or fend to love in vaine.
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Now a Troylus
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I still must live, yet joylesse
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of Cresida :
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Love's mistaken,
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And I forsaken,
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am left for aye:
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Faire she fed me,
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Untill my Daphne fled me,
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with swiftest wings:
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Faire she proved,
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But false she loved,
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so Syrens sings
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But now my love hath proved untrue,
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disdaining pitty,
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to one so witty,
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Ile sing this ditty:
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Thus the note shall sound,
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False-hearted fickle Maides
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Are better lost then found. Finis .
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