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A Farewell To False Love
Farewell to 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 from 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 ranging 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.
Sir Walter Raleigh