First Booke of Songes 1597:15. Wilt thou unkind

Wilt thou unkind thus reave me

Of my heart, of my heart, and so leave me?

Farewell, farewell,

But yet or e'er I part (O cruell)

Kisse me sweet, sweet my jewell.

Hope by disdaine growess cheerelesse,

Feare doth love, love doth feare, beauty peerelesse.

Farewell, farewell,

But yet or e'er I part (O cruell)

Kisse me sweet, sweet my jewell.

If no delayes can move thee,

Life shall die, death shall live still to love thee.

Farewell; farewell,

But yet or e'er I part (O cruell)

Kisse me sweet, sweet my jewell.

Yet be thou mindfull ever,

Heat from fire, fire from heat none can sever.

Farewell, farewell,

But yet or e'er I part (O cruell)

Kisse me sweet, sweet my jewell.

True love cannot be changed,

Though delight from desert be estrang

Farewell, farewell,

But yet or e'er I part (O cruell)

Kisse me sweet, sweet my jewell.