FICKLENESS
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Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.—BYRON, Childe Harold
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I'm going away today with a handsomer man than you.—WILL CARLETON, Gone With a Handsomer Man
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How happy could I be with either,
Were t'other dear charmer away!—JOHN GAY, The Beggar's Opera
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I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year.—EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY, Two Seasons
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And if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday—
So much is true.—EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY, Thursday
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'Tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove,
We are sure to find something blissful and dear;
And that when we're far from the lips we love,
We've but to make love to the lips we are near.—THOMAS MOORE, 'Tis Sweet to Think
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My merry, merry merry roundelay
Concludes with Cupid's curse;
They that do change old love for new,
Pray gods, they change for worse!—GEORGE PEELE, Cupid's Curse
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The fickleness of women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.—BERNARD SHAW, The Philanderer
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The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.—OSCAR WILDE, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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