Mistake me not, I am as cold as hot
Although my tongue betray my heart o'er night
Er morn I'm altered quite.

Sometimes I burn and straight to ice I turn
There's nothing so unconstant as my mind 
I change with every wind.

Perhaps in jest I said I loved thee best
But t'was no more than not what long before
I vowed to twenty more.

Then prithee see thou givst no heed to me
For when I cannot keep my word a day
What hope had'st thou to stay?