Let no Shepherd sing to me br The stupid praise of Constancy, br Nature bids her subjects range, br All creation's full of change. br See the varying hours display br Morning, Evening, Night, and Day, br See the circling seasons bring br Summer, Winter, Autumn, Spring. br Shall the river's current full br Idly sleep a stagnate pool, br Shall the pedant's mandate bind br The rapid wave, the fleeting wind. br Thus I sung when Chloe's eyes br Made my vanquish'd heart their prize, br Where's my passion now to range, br Love of Freedom, love of Change. br Still my breast retains it's views, br Still variety pursues, br Happy in one Nymph to find br Every charm of Womankind.