Fancy, Farewell
Fancy, farewell, that fed my fond delight;
Delight, adieu, the cause of my distress;
Distress, adieu, that dost me such despite;
Despite, adieu, for death doth lend redress.
And death, adieu, for though I thus be slain,
In thy despite I hope to live again.
Sweet heart, farewell, whose love hath wrought my woe;
And farewell, woe, that wearied hast my wits;
And farewell, wit, which will bewitchëd so;
And farewell, will, O full of frantic fits.
Franzy, farewell, whose force I feel too sore,
And farewell, feeling, for I feel no more.
And life, adieu, that I have lived and loathed,
And farewell, love, that makest me loathe my life;
Both love and life, farewell unto you both;
Twixt hope and dread, farewell, all foolish strife.
Folly, farewell, which I have fancied so,
And farewell, fancy, that first wrought my woe.