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AS I CAME FROM WALSINGHAM. 193
Who sometime lov'd me as her life,
And call'd me her own." 20
" What's the cause she hath left thee alone,
And a new way doth take, That sometime did love thee as her life,
And her joy did thee make ?"
"I loved her all my youth, 25
But now am old, as you see ; Love liketh not the fallen fruit,
Nor the withered tree.
" For love is a careless child,
And forgets promise past; a>
He is blind, he is deaf, when he list,
And in faith never fast.
" For love is a great delight,
And yet a trustless joy ; He is won with a word of despair, 85
And is lost with a toy.
" Such is the love of womankind,
Or the word abus'd, Under which many childish desires
And conceits are excus'd. *>
VOL. IV. 13