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Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!
Faithless am I save to love's self alone. Were you not lovely I would leave you now:
After the feet of beauty fly my own. Were you not still my hunger's rarest food, / And water ever to my wildest thirst, / I would desert you-think not but I would! -
And seek another as I sought you first. But you are mobile as the veering air, / And all your charms more changeful than the tide, / Wherefore to be inconstant is no care:
I have but to continue at your side. So wanton, light and false, my love, are you, / I am most faithless when I most am true.