text: Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies,
  A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
  An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
  A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
  A way of error, a temple full of treason,
  In all effects contrary unto reason.
  
  A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
  Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
  A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
  As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
  A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
  A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.
  
  A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
  A siren song, a fever of the mind,
  A maze wherein affection finds no end,
  A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
  A substance like the shadow of the sun,
  A goal of grief for which the wisest run.
  
  A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
  A path that leads to peril and mishap,
  A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
  An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap,
  A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
  A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.
  
  Sith then thy trains my younger years betrayed,
  And for my faith ingratitude I find;
  And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed,
  Whose course was ever contrary to kind:
  False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu!
  Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.