On the Quotation,
"And my true faith can alter never,Though thou art gone perhaps for ever."
And "thy true faith can alter never?"--Indeed it lasted for a--week!I know the length of Love's forever,And just expected such a freak.In peace we met, in peace we parted,In peace we vowed to meet again,And though I find thee fickle-heartedNo pang of mine shall make thee vain.
One gone--'twas time to seek a second;In sooth 'twere hard to blame thy haste.And whatsoe'er thy love be reckoned,At least thou hast improved in taste:Though one was young, the next was younger,His love was new, mine too well known--And what might make the charm still stronger,The youth was present, I was flown.
Seven days and nights of single sorrow!Too much for human constancy!A fortnight past, why then to-morrow,His turn is come to follow me:And if each week you change a lover,And so have acted heretofore,Before a year or two is overWe'll form a very pretty corps.
Adieu, fair thing! without upbraidingI fain would take a decent leave;Thy beauty still survives unfading,And undeceived may long deceive.With him unto thy bosom dearerEnjoy the moments as they flee;I only wish his love sincererThan thy young heart has been to me.
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