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Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42).  The Poetical Works.  1880.
A Complaint of the Falseness of Love
  IT is a grievous smart,
To suffer pain and sorrow;
But most grieveth my heart,
He laid his faith to borrow;
And falsehood hath his faith and troth,        5
And he foresworn by many an oath.
  All ye lovers, perdie!
Hath cause to blame his deed,
Which shall example be,
To let you of your speed;        10
Let never woman again
Trust to such words as man can feign.
  For I unto my cost
Am warning to you all;
That they whom you trust most        15
Soonest deceive you shall;
But complaint cannot redress,
Of my great grief the great excess.
  Farewell! all my welfare!
My shoe is trod awry.        20
Now may I cark and care,
To sing lullaby! lullaby!
Alas! what shall I do thereto?
There is no shift to help me now.
  Who made it such offence,        25
To love for love again;
God wot! that my pretence
Was but to ease his pain;
For I had ruth to see his woe:
Alas! more fool! why did I so!        30
  For he from me is gone,
And makes thereat a game;
And hath left me alone,
To suffer sorrow and shame;
Alas! he is unkind doubtless,        35
To leave me thus all comfortless.

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