My love was fickle once and changing

My love was fickle once and changing, Nor e'er would settle in my heart, From beauty still to beauty ranging, In every face I found a dart.

'Twas first a charming shape enslav'd me, An eye then gave the fatal stroke; Till by her wit CORINNA sav'd me, And all my former fetters broke.

But now a long and lasting anguish For BELVIDERA I endure; Hourly I sigh, and hourly languish, Nor hope to find the wonted cure.

For here the false inconstant lover, After a thousand beauties shown, Does new surprising charms discover, And finds variety in one.