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2.32: "Farewell, False Love"

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    Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies,

    A mortal foe and enemy to rest,

    An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,

    A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,

    A way of error, a temple full of treason,

    In all effects contrary unto reason.

    A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,

    Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,

    A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers

    As moisture lend to every grief that grows;

    A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,

    A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.

    A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,

    A siren song, a fever of the mind,

    A maze wherein affection finds no end,

    A raging cloud that runs before the wind,

    A substance like the shadow of the sun,

    A goal of grief for which the wisest run.

    A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,

    A path that leads to peril and mishap,

    A true retreat of sorrow and despair,

    An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure’s lap,

    A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,

    A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.

    Sith then thy trains my younger years betrayed,

    And for my faith ingratitude I find;

    And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed,

    Whose course was ever contrary to kind:

    False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu!

    Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.


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