Classic Poem

I.

I Love Variety, 'tis true,
But for your sake (my Dear) alone;
Variety I find in you,
Who have all Woman's Charms in one.

II.

Your Humour varies like your Look,
Which you so daily change to me,
That if with Change I were not took,
Constant to you I cou'd not be.

III.

To please Men more, you change your Dress,
And since all else, why not your Mind?
You wou'd but please your Lovers less,
If You the same they still shou'd find.

IV.

Then blame not my Inconstancy,
Which most my Faith to you does prove;
Did I not love Variety,
Thee, fickle Dear, how shou'd I love?