Farewell, 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 errour when I did persever,
Thy sherpe repulce that pricketh ay so sore
Hath taught me to sett in tryfels no store
And scape fourth syns libertie is lever.
Therefore, farewell; goo trouble yonger hertes
And in me clayme no more authoritie;
With idill yeuth goo vse thy propertie
And theron spend thy many britill dertes:
For hetherto though I have lost all my tyme,
Me lusteth no lenger rotten boughes to clyme.