The war that all men know : the war of love,
We both can't win it, though, we fight it still.
No symbol left of peace, no water cove,
Thou art not friend of mine. Not lover's will.
Rebuk'd, but under false pretences only,
Paid justice no respect and not my words.
So, now art and will, forever lonely,
Whilst, o'erpress'd the truth for false-singing birds.
The sommer vanish'd and the birds flew out,
For other sweets, whom eas'er to attain.
Lover's rose still grows, thine is not allowed,
Thy beauty won't remain; false lovers aim.
Not every bird thou hear, sings melodies,
nor stays for long; flies out, leaves enemies.
