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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