Part 1 — QUITS!

Indeed, they have not grieved me sore, Your faithlessness and your deceit; The truth is, I was troubled more How I should make a good retreat: Another way my heart now tends; We can cry quits, and be good friends. I found you far more lovable, Because your fickleness I saw, For I myself am changeable, And like, you know, to like doth draw: Thus neither needs to make amends; We can cry quits, and be good friends. While I was monarch of your heart, My heart from you did never range; But from my vassal did I part, When you your lady-love did change: No penalty the change attends; We can cry quits, and be good friends. Farewell! We’ll meet again some day, And all our fortunes we’ll relate; Of love let’s have no more to say, ’Tis clear we’re not each other’s fate. Our game in pleasant fashion ends; We can cry quits, and be good friends. Catherine Grant Furley.