In uomini, in soldati, sperare fedelta?
Non vi fate sentir, per carita!
Di pasta simile son tutti quanti,
Le fronde mobili, l’aure incostanti
Han piu degli uomini stabilita!
Mentite lagrime, fallaci sguardi
Voci ingannevoli, vezzi bugiardi
Son le primarie lor qualita!
In noi non amano che il lor diletto,
Poi ci dispregiano, neganci affetto,
Ne val da barbari chieder pieta!
Paghiam o femmine, d’ugual moneta
Questa malefica razza indiscreta.
Amiam per comodo, per vanita!

In men?  In soldiers you hope for fidelity?
For pete’s sake, don’t let anyone hear you!
They’re all made of the same dough.
Windblown branches, changeable breezes
Have more stability than men!
False tears, suspicious glances,
Deceiving voices, lying vices
Are the foremost of their qualities!
They only love us when it suits their delight,
Then they disparage us and deny us affection,
It’s useless to ask their pity!
Let’s pay them back in their own coin,
This accursed, indiscreet race.
Let’s love for our convenience and vanity!