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