And, Cruel Maid, Because I See You Scornful Of My Love, And Me, I'll Trouble You No More, But Go My Way, Where You Shall Never Know What Is Become Of Me; There I Will Find Me Out A Path To Die, Or Learn Some Way How To Forget You And Your Name For Ever;Yet Ere I Go Hence, Know This From Me, What Will In Time Your Fortune Be; This To Your Coyness I Will Tell; And Having Spoke It Once, Farewell. The Lily Will Not Long Endure, Nor The Snow Continue Pure; The Rose, The Violet, One Day See Both These Lady-Flowers Decay; And You Must Fade As Well As They. And It May Chance That Love May Turn, And, Like To Mine, Make Your Heart Burn And Weep To See'T; Yet This Thing Do, That My Last Vow Commends To You; When You Shall See That I Am Dead, For Pity Let A Tear Be Shed; And, With Your Mantle O'Er Me Cast, Give My Cold Lips A Kiss At Last; If Twice You Kiss, You Need Not Fear That I Shall Stir Or Live More Here. Next Hollow Out A Tomb To Cover Me, Me, The Most Despised Lover; And Write Thereon, This, Reader, Know; Love Kill'D This Man. No More, But So.