I KNOW not how to call you light, 
 Since I myself was lighter; 
Nor can you blame my changing plight 
 Who were the first inviter. 
 
I know not which began to range 
 Since we were never constant; 
And each when each began to change 
 Was found a weak remonstrant. 
 
But this I know, the God of Love 
 Both shake his hand against us,
And scorning says we ne?er did prove 
 True passion?but pretences.