farewell false love

Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,

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 true retreat of sorrow and despair,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.

since then thy trains my younger years betrayed,

And for my faith ingratitude I find;
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

Sir Walter Raleigh