Let not Woman e’er complain
Of inconstancy in love;
Let not Woman e’ercomplain
Fickle Man is apt to rove:
Look abroad thro’ Nature’s range,
Nature’s mighty Law is change,
Ladies, would it not seem strange
Man should then a monster prove!
Mark the winds, and markthe skies,
Ocean’s ebb, and ocean’s flow,
Sun and moon butsetto rise,
Round and round the seasons go.
Why then ask of silly Man
To oppose great Nature’s plan?
We’ll be constant while we can-
You can be nomore, you know.