When from my love I looked for love
by John Bartlet
When from my love I looked for love
And kind affection's due,
Too well I found her vows to prove
Most faithless and untrue;
For when I did ask her why,
Most sharply she did reply
That she with me did ne'er agree
To love but jestingly.
Mark the subtle policies
That female lovers find,
Who loves to fix their constancies
Like feathers in the wind;
Though they swear, vow, and protest
That they love you chiefly best,
Yet by-and-by they'll all deny,
And say 'twas but in jest.