On Inconstancy

Mistake me not,

I am as cold as hot:

Although my tongue betray my heart o'er night,

'Ere morn I'm alter'd quite.

Sometimes I burn,

And straight to ice I turn:

There's nothing so unconstant as my mind,

I charge with every wind.

Perhaps in jest

I said I lov'd thee best.

But 'twas no more than what, not long before,

I vowed to twenty more.

Then prithee see

Thou giv'st no heed to me.

For when I cannot keep my word a day

What hope had'st thou to stay?