Shoot, false Love

Shoot, false Love! I care not;

Spend thy shafts and spare not!

Fa la la!

I fear not, I, thy might,

And less I weigh thy spite;

All naked I unarm me, —

If thou canst, now shoot and harm me!

So lightly I esteem thee

As now a child I dream thee.

Fa la la la!

Long thy bow did fear

me,

While thy pomp did blear me;

Fa la la!

But now I do perceive

Thy art is to deceive;

And every simple lover

All thy falsehood can discover.

Then weep, Love! and be sorry,

For thou hast lost thy glory.

Fa la la la!