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-hearted No 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 over We'll form a very pretty corps.

Adieu, fair thing! without upbraiding I fain would take a decent leave; Thy beauty still survives unfading, And undeceived may long deceive. With him unto thy bosom dearer Enjoy the moments as they flee; I only wish his love sincerer Than thy young heart has been to me.