21. Song
(from ‘Lycidus’)
A constancy in love I’ll prize,
And be to beauty true:
And doat on all the lovely eyes,
That are but fair and new.
On Cloris’ charms to day I’ll feed,
To-morrow Daphne move;
For bright Lucinda next I’ll bleed,
And still be true to love.
But glory only and renown