Alas what hope of speeding
J. Wilbye
Alas what hope of speeding
Where hope beguiled lies bleeding?
She bade come when she spied me,
And when I came she flied me.
Thus when I was beguiled,
She at my sighing smiled.
But if you take such pleasure
Of hope and joy my treasure,
By deceit to bereave me,
Love me, and so deceive me.