Farewell fond youth, if thou hadst not bin blind out of my eye thou mighst have read my mind, but now I plainely see how thou wouldst faine leave me, sure I was a curst, not to go at first sure I was a curst O fie, fie no, sweete stay and I will tell thee why no, sure I was a curst, not to go at first sure I was a curst O fie, fie no, sweet stay and I will tell thee why no. Once more farewell, since first I heard thee speake, And had but sung farewell, my heart would break, But now since I doe find thy love is like the wind, What a foole was I To be like to die. What a foole was I, I was not, Yet fay I was a foole I passe not. Wors me alasse, why did I let him goe, These be fruites of idle sayin no, Now that he can disprove me, how shall he ever love me, Nay but is he gone, Then I am undone, Nay but he is gone, O hold him, Fie, forty things are yet untold him.