Once did I love

Once did I love, and yet I live

Though love and truth be now forgotten.

Then did I joy, now do I grieve

That holy vows must needs be broken.

Hers be the blame that caused it so;

Mine be the grief though it be little.

She shall have shame, I cause, to know

What 'tis to love a dame so fickle.

Love her that list! I am content,

For that chameleon like she changeth,

Yielding such mists as may prevent

My sight to view her when she rangeth.

Let him not vaunt that gains my loss,

For when that he and Time hath proved her,

She may him bring to weeping cross.

I say no more, because I loved her.