Corydon's Farewell To Phillis

Farewell, dear love; since thou wilt needs be gone, Mine eyes do shew, my life is almost done. Nay I will never die, so long as I can spie There be many mo, though that she doe goe, There be many mo, I fear not: Why then let her goe, I care not. Farewell, farewell; since this I find is true, I will not spend more time in wooing you; But I will seek elsewhere, if I may find love there. Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe? Shall I bid her goe and spare not? O no, no, no, I dare not. Ten thousand times farewell; - yet stay a while: - Sweet, kiss me once; sweet kisses time beguile. I have no power to move. How now am I in love? Wilt thou needs be gone? Go then, all is one. Wilt thou needs be gone? Oh, hie thee! Nay stay, and do no more deny me. Once more adieu, I see loath to depart Bids oft adieu to her, that holds my heart. But seeing I must love thy love, which I did choose, Goe thy way for me, since that may not be. Goe thy ways for me. But whither? Goe, oh, but where I may come thither. What shall I doe? my love is now departed. She is as fair, as she is cruel-hearted. She would not be intreated, with prayers oft repeated; If she come no more, shall I die therefore? If she come no more, what care I? Faith, let her goe, or come, or tarry.