Constant in confusing heart and head. Not once he ever wavers in his cause, Confounds us both, refusing to be led Into the realms of love and tenderness, Too vain or too unsure to give himself. Constant am I; constant I shall remain, Pleading my cause with you with every breath, Although I know my pleading is in vain. You’ll constant be until your very death. What could be truer than your constancy In both alluring and evading me?