Classic Poem

Of Theseus and Pirithous you rave
And boast yourself the peer of Pylades.
Hang me if you are fit to play the slave,
To clean a sty, or feed the swine for these!
You boast the thrice-turned coat, the loan you gave
Your friend to meet his need—Remember, please,
The heroes gave no doles, but shared their store;
Whatever you may give you keep far more.