Classic Poem

Now I find thy looks were feignëd,
Quickly lost and quickly gainëd.
Soft thy skin like wool of wethers;
Heart unstable, light as feathers;
Tongue untrusty, subtle 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 deemëd pity;
Thy false tears that me aggrievëd
first of all my trust deceivëd.
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for this treason!

Feigned acceptance when I askëd,
Lovely words with cunning maskëd,
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--oh, 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 lasts not, age will follow
And make white these tresses yellow;
Wrinkled face for looks delightful
Shall acquaint the dame despiteful;
And when time shall date thy glory
Then too late thou wilt be sorry.
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for thy treason!