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,