To comfort my mishap, despising me
No more, then when the heauens fauour’d me.
But ah! by nature women wau’ring are,
Each moment changing and rechanging mindes.
Vnwise, who blinde in them, thinkes loyaltie
Euer to finde in beauties company.
[Chorus.]
The boyling tempest still
Makes not Sea waters fome:
Nor still the Northern blast