* * * 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. |
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