Away, away, flatter no more

Away, away, flatter no more
My easy faith, for now I see
What thou in me seemed to adore
Thou makest thy pleasures' property;
No more, no more will I believe
The man that can so soon deceive.

Nor was it flattery that did
Betray my heart, but that I loved,
For which my reason hath been chid,
And I the sad effects have proved.
Then go, and I no more will see
The man that has abused me.
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