The Ladies of St. James’s!
They’re painted to the eyes;
Their white it stays forever,
Their red it never dies:
But Phyllida, my Phyllida!
Her color comes and goes;
It trembles to a lily,–
It wavers to a rose.
—Henry Austin Dobson The Ladies of St. James’s. Stanza 4
Oh, to be changeable but true!
How better than being permanently false!
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