The Faithless Shepherdess

While that the sun with his beams hot

Scorchéd the fruits in vale and mountain,

Philon the shepherd, late forgot,

Sitting beside a crystal fountain

In shadow of a green oak tree,

Upon his pipe this song play'd he:

So long as I was in your sight

I was your heart, your soul, your treasure;

And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd

Burning in flames beyond all measure:

—Three days endured your love to me,

And it was lost in other three!

Another shepherd you did see,

To whom your heart was soon enchainéd;

Full soon your love was leapt from me,

Full soon my place he had obtainéd.

Soon came a third your love to win,

And we were out and he was in.

Sure you have made me passing glad

That you your mind so soon removéd,

Before that I the leisure had

To choose you for my best belovéd:

For all my love was pass'd and done

Two days before it was begun.