I'm in Love with Twenty

I'm in love with twenty, I'm in love with twenty, And could adore, As many more, For nothing's like a plenty. Variety is charming, Variety is charming, For constancy Is not for me, So ladies you have warning.

He that has but one love, Looks as poor As any boor, Or like a man with one glove.

Not the fine regallia Of eastern kings, The poet sings, But oh! the fine seraglio.

Girls grow old and ugly, And can't inspire The same desire, As when they're young and smugly.

Why has Cupid pinions, If not to fly Through all the sky, And see his favorite minions.

Love was born of beauty, And when she goes, The urchin knows, To follow is his duty.