Thomas Campion - My love hath vowed he will forsake me - текст песни (слова)

My love hath vowed hee will forsake me 
And I am already sped. 
For other promise he did make me 
When he had my maidenhead. 
If such danger be in playing 
And sport must to earnest turn no more a-maying. 
Had I forseen what is ensued, 
And what now with pain I prove, 
Unhappy then I had eschewed, 
This unkind event of love, 
Maids foreknow their own undoing, 
But fear naught till all is done, alone is wooing 
Dissembling wretch to gain thy pleasure, 
What didst thou not vow and swear? 
So didst thou rob me of the treasure, 
Which so long I held so dear. 
Now thou prov'st to me a stranger, 
Such is the vile guise of men, woman in danger. 
That heart is nearest to misfortune, 
That will trust a feigned tongue, 
When flatt'ring men our loves importune, 
They intend us deepest wrong, 
If this shame of loves betraying, 
But this once I cleanly shun, no more amaying.