Inconstancy

Inconstancy's the greatest of sins:
It neither ends well, nor begins.
All other faults we simply do;
This, 'tis the same fault, and next too.

Inconstancy no sin will prove
If we consider that we love
But the same beauty in another face,
Like the same body in another place.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.