Mistake me not, 
I am as cold as hot: 
Although my tongue betray my heart o'er night,
'Ere morn I'm alter'd quite.

Sometimes I burn, 
And straight to ice I turn: 
There's nothing so unconstant as my mind,
I charge with every wind. 

Perhaps in jest 
I said I lov'd thee best. 
But 'twas no more than what, not long before,
I vowed to twenty more. 

Then prithee see 
Thou giv'st no heed to me. 
For when I cannot keep my word a day
What hope had'st thou to stay?