Farewell Unkind, Farewell.
Farewell unkind farewell,
to me no more a father¶
The wealth which thou dost reap
another's hand must gather¶
Though my heart
my heart still lies buried there¶
'Tis not the vain desire
of human fleeting beauty¶
Makes my mind to live
though my means do die¶
Nor do I Nature wrong,
though I forget my duty:¶
Love not in the blood
but in the spirit doth lie¶
Then farewell,
then farewell, O farewell¶
Welcome, my love,
welcome, my joy forever.¶
John Dowland,
in The Third and Last Booke
of Songs or Aires, 1603.