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