When from my love I looked for love and kind affections due

When from my love I looked for love and kind affections due,

To well I found her vows to prove most faithless and untrue

For when I did ask her why

Most sharply she did reply

That she with me did ne're agree

To love but jestingly.

Mark but the subtle policies that female lovers find,

Who loves to fix their constancies, like feathers in the wind

Though they swear, vow and protest,

That they love you chiefly best,

Yet by and by they'll all deny,

And say 'twas but in jest.