Inconstancy return'd.
[I]
Did I once say that thou wert fair,
And swear thy breath perfum'd the air?
Did I commit Idolatry,
And court thee as a deity?
Ah Cælia! sure then I was blind,
Or else it was when thou wert kind.
II
Did I once beg a wanton kiss,
And thought there was no higher bliss?
Did I all other objects flye
To live i'th sun-shine of thine eye?
'Tis true I did, but Cælia then
Return'd as much to me agen.
III
Now Cælia's chang'd and so am I,
Love feeds upon variety;
My constant thoughts could never find
The pleasures of a Fickle mind,
Till thy example did invite
My appetite to new delight.
