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Inconstancy.
[I]
O tell me Love! O tell me Fate!Or tell some other pow'r;
Who did Inconstancy create,
That changeth ev'ry houre?
Why should one creature seem this day
The object of Content,
To Morrow lose that new-born joy,
And prove a punishment?
II
Fair Shapes and guilded Honours raiseRebellion in our hearts;
Then blame not Cupid if he shoot
Such sev'rall sorts of darts:
Such sullen miseries as these
Will wait on fickle Love;
Be thou a Saint it is decreed
She must inconstant prove.
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