A LOVE SONG.
BY GEORGE WITHER.
lov’d a lasse, a faire one,
As faire as e’er was seene;
She was, indeed, a rare one,
Another Sheba queen;
But, foole, as then I was,
I thought she lov’d me too;
But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,
Falero, lero, loo.
Her haire, like gold, did glister;
Each eye was like a starre;
She did surpasse her sister,
Which past all others farre:
