I Loved thee once, I ’ll love no more,
  Thine be the grief as is the blame;
Thou art not what thou wast before,
  What reason I should be the same?
    He that can love unloved again,
    Hath better store of love than brain:
  God sends me love my debts to pay,
  While unthrifts fool their love away.

Nothing could have my love...