The Indifferent

Never more will I protest
To love a woman but in jest:
For as they cannot be true,
So to give each man his due.

When the wooing fit is past,
Their affection cannot last.
Therefore if I chance to meet
With a mistress fair and sweet,
She my service shall obtain,
Loving her for love again:

Thus much liberty I crave
Not to be a constant slave.
But when we have tried each other,
If she better like another,
Let her quickly change for me;
Then to change am I as free.

He or she that loves too long
Sell their freedom for a song.