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III.
To one thing constant never
The sport of beauty's power,
Thy vows deceitful ever,
And varying with the hour.
For every vow you 've broken,
For every heart betrayed,
For each forgotten token,
Your doom, till now delayed,
Shall be in turn to love in vain,
And ne'er know happiness again.
The sport of beauty's power,
Thy vows deceitful ever,
And varying with the hour.
For every vow you 've broken,
For every heart betrayed,
For each forgotten token,
Your doom, till now delayed,
Shall be in turn to love in vain,
And ne'er know happiness again.
IV.
Favored mortal, know for thee
A happy lot the Fates decree;
Grateful learn thy destiny:
Love and friendship's hallowed rays
Brightly gild thy future days.
A happy lot the Fates decree;
Grateful learn thy destiny:
Love and friendship's hallowed rays
Brightly gild thy future days.
V.
That marriage is a lottery, every one cries;
How happy, then, is he who draws a prize!
How happy, then, is he who draws a prize!
