Ffarewell Love and all thy lawes for ever

Ffarewell Love and all thy lawes for ever.
Thy bayted hookes shall tangill me no more :
Senec and Plato call me from thy lore,
To perfaict welth my wit for to endever.

In blynde error when I did persever ;
Thy sherpe repulse, that pricketh ay so sore,
Hath taught me to sett in tryfels no store :
And scape fourth, syns libertie is lever.

Therefor farewell, goo trouble younger hertes :
And in me clayme no more authoritie;
With idill yeuth goo use thy propertie;

And thereon spend thy many brittill dertes.
For hitherto though I have lost all my tyme.
Me lusteth no lenger rotten boughes to clyme.