In Cupid's court

by Unknown

CUPID PLAGUE THEE FOR THY TREASON

Now I see thy looks were feigned,

Quickly lost, and quickly gained;

Soft thy skin, like wool of wethers,

Heart inconstant, light as feathers,

Tongue untrusty, subtle-sighted,

Wanton will with change delighted.

Siren, pleasant foe to reason,

Cupid plague thee for thy treason!

Of thine eye I made my mirror,

From thy beauty came my error,

All thy words I counted witty,

All thy sighs I deemed pity,

Thy false tears that me aggrieved,

First of all my trust deceived.

Siren, pleasant foe to reason,

Cupid plague thee for thy treason!

Feigned acceptance when I asked,

Lovely words with cunning masked,

Holy vows, but heart unholy;

Wretched man, my trust was folly;

Lily white, and pretty winking,

Solemn vows but sorry thinking.

Siren, pleasant foe to reason,

Cupid plague thee for thy treason!

Now I see, O seemly cruel,

Others warm them at my fuel,

Wit shall guide me in this durance

Since in love is no assurance:

Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure,

Beauty is a fading treasure.

Siren, pleasant foe to reason,

Cupid plague thee for thy treason!

Prime youth lasts not, age will follow

And make white those tresses yellow,

Wrinkled face, for looks delightful,

Shall acquaint the dame despiteful.

And when time shall date thy glory,

Then too late thou wilt be sorry.

Siren, pleasant foe to reason,

Cupid plague thee for thy treason!

Thomas Lodge.