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A Gentlewomans complaint, in that she found her freind faithlesse, which should haue continued constant.
Faith is a figure standing now for nought:
faith is a fancy which ought to rest in thought.
Faith now adaies, as all the world may see,
resteth in few, and Faith is fled from thee.
Is there any Faith in strangers to be found:
is there any Faith lies hidden in the ground:
Is there any Faith in men that buried be:
no there is none, and Faith is fled from thee.
Fled is the Faith that might remaine in any,
fled is the Faith that should remaine in many;
Fled is the Faith that should in any be.
then farwell hope, for Faith is fled from thee.
From Faith I see, that euery one is flying:
from Faith I see, that all things are a dying:
They flye from Faith that most in Faith should be,
and Faithlesse thou, that brake thy Faith to me.
Thee haue I sought, but thee I could not find,
thou of all other, was most within my mind;
Thee haue I left, and I alone will be,
because I finde that Faith is fled from thee.
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