She hath left me here all alone,

All alone, as unknown,

Who sometimes did me lead with herself, And me loved as her own.

What's the cause that she leaves you alone,

And a new way doth take,
Who loved you once as her own,
And her joy did you make?

I have loved her all my youth,
But now old, as you see:
Love likes not the falling fruit
From the withered tree.

Know that Love is a careless child,
And forgets promise past;

He is blind, he is deaf when he list,
And in faith never fast.

His desire is a dureless content

And a trustless joy;

He is won with a world of despair,

And is lost with a toy.

Of womenkind such indeed is the love, Or the word love abused,

Under which many childish desires

And conceits are excused.

FROM THE HOLY LAND

But true love is a durable fire,
In the mind ever burning,
Never sick, never old, never dead,
From itself never turning.

his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster

Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days;

But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.

Anthony Munday

Beauty sat Bathing by a Spring

Beauty sat bathing by a spring,

Where fairest shades did hide her, The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her. My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye To see what was forbidden: But better memory said Fie, So vain desire was chidden. Hey nonny, nonny, &c.

Into a slumber then I fell,
And fond imagination

Seemed to see, but could not tell
Her feature or her fashion.

But even as babes in dreams do smile
And sometimes fall a-weeping,
So I awaked as wise that while
As when I fell a-sleeping.

Hey nonny, nonny, &c.