For Cupid’s a sly, little mischievous elf,
When you think your heart free
He may bind it to me,
And make you prove constant in spite of yourself.
Then, when I have plighted my vows to another,
You will sue for one glimpse of old feeling in vain;
For when once the bright flame of affection you smother,
You never can kindle its brilliance again;
I’ll turn proudly away,
And will calmly say nay,