Poem by Robert Burns

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Let not woman e’er complain
  	Of inconstancy in love;
Let not woman e’er complain,
  	Fickle man is apt to rove:
Look abroad through Nature’s range,
Nature’s mighty law is change;
Ladies, would it not be strange,
  	Man should then a monster prove?

Mark the winds, and mark the skies;
  	Ocean’s ebb, and ocean’s flow:
Sun and moon but set to rise,
  	Round and round the seasons go.
Why then ask of silly man,
To oppose great Nature’s plan?
We’ll be constant while we can –
  	You can be no more, you know.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

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