What should I say,
Since faith is dead,
And truth away
From you is fled?
Should I be led
With doubleness?
Nay, nay, mistress!
I promised you,
And you promised me,
To be as true
As I would be.
But since I see
Your double heart,
Farewell my part!
Though for to take
It is not my mind,
But to forsake
[One so unkind]
And as I find,
So will I trust:
Farewell, unjust!
Can ye say nay?
But you said
That I alway
Should be obeyed?
And thus betrayed
Or that I wiste--
Farewell, unkissed.
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Comments1MAN, THIS POEM REALLY HITS HARD, ESPECIALLY THAT BIT ABOUT "FAREWELL, UNJUST!" KINDA REFLECTS HOW I FEEL ABOUT SOME PEOPLE I KNOW. RELATABLE AF, AND LOVE THE FLAIR OF OLD ENGLISH. A REAL GEM!