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

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

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 be procured
To believe 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