Classic Poem

 Cease, Faithless, cease reproaching me,
 With your own lov'd Inconstancy.
 Unless, while you such Change pursue,
 You think, ev'n Constancy is new ,
 And that your Heart , so us'd to roam,
 A Stranger were become, at Home .
I left you not, but you, inclin'd to stray ,
Call my removing that, which was my stay .

 Thus they, that leave the Shore behind,
 Call the removing Land unkind,
 As if it did from them recede ,
 When they , in truth from it are fled .
 And thus with Old Men it appears,
 In the Travel of many Years.
With like Truth, they the World for changing blame,
Themselves still changing , and the World the same .