Song: "Let no Shepherd sing to me "

Let no Shepherd sing to me
  The stupid praise of Constancy,
  Nature bids her subjects range,
  All creation's full of change.
  See the varying hours display
  Morning, Evening, Night, and Day,
  See the circling seasons bring
  Summer, Winter, Autumn, Spring.
  Shall the river's current full
  Idly sleep a stagnate pool,
  Shall the pedant's mandate bind
  The rapid wave, the fleeting wind. 
  Thus I sung when Chloe's eyes
  Made my vanquish'd heart their prize,
  Where's my passion now to range,
  Love of Freedom, love of Change.
  Still my breast retains it's views,
  Still variety pursues,
  Happy in one Nymph to find
  Every charm of Womankind.