White as lilies was her face

White as lilies was her face
When she smilèd she beguilèd
Quitting faith with foul disgrace
Virtue, service thus neglected
Heart with sorrow hath infected

When I swore my heart my own
She disdainèd, I complainèd;
Yet she left me overthrown
Careless of my bitter grieving
Ruthless bent to no relieving

Vows and oaths and faith assured
Constant ever, changing never
Yet she could not bе procured
To believе my pains exceeding
From her scant neglect proceeding

Oh that Love should have the art
By surmises, and disguises
To destroy a faithful heart
Or that wanton-looking women
Should reward their friends as foemen

All in vain is Ladies’ love
Quickly choosèd, shortly loosèd
For their pride is to remove
Out alas their looks first won us
And their pride hath straight undone us

To thyself the sweetest fair
Thou hath wounded, and confounded
Changeless faith with soul despair
And my service hath envied
And my succours hath denied

By thine error thou hast lost
Hart unfainèd, truth unstainèd
And the swain that lovèd most
More assured in love than many
More despised in love than any

For my heart, though set at naught
Since you will it, spoil and kill it!
I will never change my thought
But grieve that beauty e'er was born
And so I'll live as one forlorn