Sweet Kate

Sweet Kate
Of late
Ran away and left me plaining.
Abide!
(I cried)
Or I die with thy disdaining.
Te hee, quoth she;
Make no fool of me;
Men, I know, have oaths at pleasure,
But, their hopes attained,
They bewray they feigned,
And their oaths are kept at leisure.

Unkind,
I find
Thy delight is in tormenting:
Abide!
(I cried)
Or I die with thy consenting.
Te hee, quoth she,
Make no fool of me;
Men, I know, have oaths at pleasure,
But, their hopes attained,
They bewray they feigned,
And their oaths are kept at leisure.

Her words,
Like swords,
Cut my sorry heart in sunder,
Her flouts
With doubts
Kept my heart-affections under.
Te hee, quoth she,
What a fool is he
Stands in awe of once denying!
Cause I had enough
To become more rough,
So I did—O happy trying!