The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Called Inconstant
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CALLED INCONSTANT.
Ha! ha! you think you 've kill'd my fame,
By this not understood, yet common, name:
A name that's full and proper, when assign'd
To woman-kind;
But, when you call us so,
It can at best but for a metaphor go.
By this not understood, yet common, name:
A name that's full and proper, when assign'd
To woman-kind;
But, when you call us so,
It can at best but for a metaphor go.
Can you the shore inconstant call,
Which still, as waves pass by, embraces all;
That had as lief the same waves always love,
Did they not from him move?
Or can you fault with pilots find
For changing course, yet never blame the wind?
Which still, as waves pass by, embraces all;
That had as lief the same waves always love,
Did they not from him move?
Or can you fault with pilots find
For changing course, yet never blame the wind?
Since, drunk with vanity, you fell,
The things turn round to you that steadfast dwell;
And you yourself, who from us take your flight,
Wonder to find us out of sight.
So the same error seizes you,
As men in motion think the trees move too.
The things turn round to you that steadfast dwell;
And you yourself, who from us take your flight,
Wonder to find us out of sight.
So the same error seizes you,
As men in motion think the trees move too.