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Farewell love
and all thy laws forever;
Thy baited hooks shall
tangle me no more.
Senec and Plato call me from thy
lore
To perfect wealth, my wit for to endeavour.
In blind error when I did persever,
Thy sharp
repulse, that pricketh aye so sore,
Hath taught me to
set in trifles no store
And scape forth, since
liberty is lever.
Therefore farewell; go trouble
younger hearts
And in me claim no more authority.
With idle youth go use thy property
And thereon spend
thy many brittle darts,
For hitherto though I have
lost all my time,
Me lusteth no lenger rotten boughs
to climb.
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