Farewell, dear love; since thou wilt needs be gone, <br />Mine eyes do shew, my life is almost done. <br />Nay I will never die, so long as I can spie <br />There be many mo, though that she doe goe, <br />There be many mo, I fear not: <br />Why then let her goe, I care not. <br /> <br />Farewell, farewell; since this I find is true, <br />I will not spend more time in wooing you; <br />But I will seek elsewhere, if I may find love there. <br />Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe? <br />Shall I bid her goe and spare not? <br />O no, no, no, I dare not. <br /> <br />Ten thousand times farewell; - yet stay a while: - <br />Sweet, kiss me once; sweet kisses time beguile. <br />I have no power to move. How now am I in love? <br />Wilt thou needs be gone? Go then, all is one. <br />Wilt thou needs be gone? Oh, hie thee! <br />Nay stay, and do no more deny me. <br /> <br />Once more adieu, I see loath to depart <br />Bids oft adieu to her, that holds my heart. <br />But seeing I must love thy love, which I did choose, <br />Goe thy way for me, since that may not be. <br />Goe thy ways for me. But whither? <br />Goe, oh, but where I may come thither. <br /> <br />What shall I doe? my love is now departed. <br />She is as fair, as she is cruel-hearted. <br />She would not be intreated, with prayers oft repeated; <br />If she come no more, shall I die therefore? <br />If she come no more, what care I? <br />Faith, let her goe, or come, or tarry.<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corydon-s-farewell-to-phillis/
