Classic Poem

I.

Variety I love, 'tis true,
But for Your Dear-dear-Sake alone;
Variety I find in You,
Who have all Woman's Charms in one.

II.

Your Humour varies like Your Look;
Which You so dayly change to me,
That, if with Change I were not took,
I cou'd not constant to You be.

III.

Blame me not, for Inconstancy,
Which more my Faith does to thee prove,
Did I not love Variety;
Thee, fickle Dear! how shou'd I love?

IV.

To please Men more, You change your Dress,
Why should You likewise not your Mind?
Since you wou'd but please Lovers less,
If You, the same still, shou'd they find.

V.

I need not Change, since You do so;
Both your Looks, your Talk, and your Mind;
That all Varieties in You
I have, of Changing Woman-kind.