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But now, like me, too well thou know'st

What trifles oft the heart recall;

And those who once have loved the most

Too soon forget they lov'd at all.

3.

And such the change the heart displays,

So frail is early friendship's reign,

A month's brief lapse, perhaps a day's,

Will view thy mind estrang'd again.

4.

If so, it never shall be mine

To mourn the loss of such a heart;

The fault was Nature's fault, not thine,

Which made thee fickle as thou art.

5.

As rolls the Ocean's changing tide,

So human feelings ebb and flow;

And who would in a breast confide

Where stormy passions ever glow?