Sylvia, now your scorn give over
Purcell, Henry
Sylvia, now your scorn give over,
Lest you lose a faithful lover;
If this humour you pursue,
Farewell love, and Sylvia too.
Long have I been unregarded,
Sighs and tears still unrewarded;
If this does with you agree,
Troth, good Madam, 'twon't with me.