This woman or that are just the same to me,
to all the others around me
I won’t give away my heart
to this beauty nor to the others.
Their charm is a gift
Given by destiny to embellish their lives
If today I love this one
I’ll probably love someone else tomorrow
We hate constancy, the heart’s tyrant,
as if it were a cruel plague,
Let him keep faith who will;
There is no love withuot freedom.
The rage of jealous husbands
and lovers’ woes I despise,
I can defy Argo’s hundred eyes
If I fancy a beautiful girl.
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