Part of Lyric Harmony

The Kind Inconstant


Why Cloe still these jealous Heats and why that falling Tear,
The Heart that to a thousand beats to one may be sincere.

To sweeten Autumn's milder Reign the sultry Summer glows,
and chilling Dews and heating Rain give feshness to the Rose.

So I my CLoe to endear to meaner Beauties stray,
and call December to my yer to brighten up the May.

Then weep not that my Hearts inclin'd to ev'ry face that's new,
I wander to return more kind and change but to be true.