Classic Poem

False Craessyde have yow chaungde your mynde
from hym that loved yow so well
And is your faith lyke to the wynde
false Craessyde then farewell a

I thinke yow better loste then fownde
of me that loved yow so well
For who will builde on Sandye grownde
false Craesside fare yow well a

My harte that sometymes was your owne
and lovede yow butt to to well
Hath founde that yow have falsehoode showne
false Craesside fare yow well a

Butt hee that hath your favoure wonne
from me that lovede yow so well
Cannott love yowe as I have donne
false Craessyde fare yow well a

Butt Shee that nowe my harte enjoyes
that sometymes lovede yow so well
Excelleth yow tenn thowsande waies
false Craesside fare yow well a

In yow I will no more putt truste
nor never more love yow so well
Be fickle, fyrme, or as yow luste
false Craesside fare yow well a

Summ diomed or faithles Greeke
whose Syrenes songe lykes yow so well
At laste may quyte yow with the lyke
false Craessyde fare yow well a

Yf Troylus then on your happe rue
and never cease to wishe yow well
Blame but your selfe since he was true
false Craesside so farewell a.