The answered Question

You loved me for a lie and left me for another
Although neither one was any better than the other.
Although in substance no different, one was termed
A snake, while the other, as king and crown, withered.
Tell me then, when sisters lie in turns, is it the full worm
Or empty ring that makes one a whore, one, mother?
Every fool has his part to play; I put my face
As best as it fits, and we sing and strut in mocked disgrace
All smiles then, although we can neither love, nor leave.