# Fickle

Jan Andrzej Morsztyn

> Utwór opracowany został w ramach projektu Wolne Lektury przez fundację Wolne Lektury.

Sooner will a man the winds ensnare, and sooner still
With tiny bits of sunny rays his pocket fill;
Sooner will he, with a threat, the stormy oceans calm,
Or grasp the world immense and keep it in his palm;
Sooner will he, hurting not himself, a bonfire slap,
Or all the clouds upon the sky with a net entrap;.
Sooner will in bitter tears the Mount of Etna drown,
And sooner will a deaf-mute sing, a downright clown
Utter something wise; and sooner will the wayward fate
Be fixed, and death and laugh be one another's mate;
Sooner will a dream be true and poets cease to lie;
Of no avail will sooner be an angel's cry;
Sooner will the sun at dusk into a cavern sail,
Or there'll be people in the wild, or peace in jail;
Sooner will our minds be gone and words will cease to flow
Than constancy may any woman ever know.