No constancy in Man

Be gone, be gone thou perjur'd man,

and never more return,

For know that thy Inconstancy

hath chang'd my Love to Scorn:

Thou hast awak'd me,

and I can see cleerly ther's no Truth in Man.

My Love to thee was chast and pure,

As is the Morning dew,

And 'twas alone like to endure,

Hadst thou not prov'd untrue;

But I'm awak'd, and now I can

See cleerly ther's no Truth in Man.

Thou mayst perhaps prevaile upon

Some other to believe thee,

And since thou canst love more then one,

Ne'r think that it shall grieve me;

for th' hast awak'd me, and I can

Sec cleerly ther's no Truth in Man.

By thy Apostasie I find

That Love is plac'd amiss,

And can't continue in the mind

Where Vertue wanting is:

I'm now resolv'd, and know there can

No constant Thought remain in Man.