The Fickle fix'd.

I.

My love was fickle once and changing,

MY

Nor e'er would settle in my heart;

From beauty ftill to beauty ranging,

In ev'ry place I found a dart.

II.

'Twas first a charming shape enflav'd me,
An eye that gave the fatal stroke,
Till by her wit Corinna fav'd me,
And all my former fetters broke.

III.

But now a long and lasting anguish,
For Belvidera I endure;

Hourly I figh, and hourly languish,
Nor hope to find the wonted cure.

IV.

For here the false unconstant lover,
After a thousand beauties fhown,
Does new furprising charms discover,
And finds variety in one.

Crowdy-moudy, a fort of Fadge, a coarfe fort of

Fore, to the fore, in being | Gutcher, grandfather.

Kairn, or cairn, heaps of Lucken, gathered together,