The Inconstant

Around the plain secure I rov'd, With ev'ry nymph wou'd toy, Wou'd laugh and kiss—but never lov'd Beyond the moment's joy. Cupid resolv'd to snare my heart Each blooming Beauty tries, But sent the love-inspiring dart From Hebe's sparkling eyes. Since then I've lov'd—but lov'd in vain, Gay grandeur charms my fair— She scorns my sighs—Ah! Iucklessswain, Thy portion is despair.