Inconstancy in Love.
[I]
To love thee without Flattery were a Sin,
Since thou art all Inconstancy within;
Thy Heart is govern'd onely by thine Eyes,
The Newest object is thy Richest prize:
Love mee then just as I love thee,
That's till a fairer I can see.
II
My thoughts are now at liberty, and can
Love all that's fair, as you can all that's man;
I never will hereafter think it strange
To see thee please thy Appetite with change:
No! love me just as I love thee,
That's till a fairer I can see.
III
I hate this constant doting on a Face,
Content ne're dwelt a Week in any place;
Why then should you and I love one another
Longer then we can be content together?
Love mee then just as I love thee,
That's till a fairer I can see.
