English poem
LINES by Mr. GARRICK
by David Garrick (1717–1779)
The mimic form on t'other side, That you accepted is my pride; Resembles one so prompt to change, Through ev'ry mortal whim to range, You'd swear the lute so like the case, The mind as various as the face. Yet to his friends be this his fame, His heart's eternally the same.
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