when wanton blasts have tossed it?
or the ship on the sea,
when rudder winds have crossed it?
hast thou mark'd the crocodile weeping,
or the foxes sleeping?
or hast thou view'd the peacock in his pride,
or the dove by his bride,
when he courts for lechery?
oh so fickle, oh so vain, oh so false, so false is she!