The moon's turned black; For I love him, and He didn't love back

Woman wants monogamy; / Man delights in novelty. / Love is woman's moon and sun; / Man has other forms of fun. . . / With this the gist and sum of it, / What earthly good can come of it?

Every love's the love before in a duller dress

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

Where's the man that could ease a heart like a satin gown?