Classic Poem

We vowed that we would faithful be,
Sosipater Arsinoi,
Calling on Love to hear our oath
And be the witness of our troth;
But she is false, her promise vain;
I constant to my word remain.
Come then, dear Hymen, come to-night
And let the gods reveal their might.
No marriage song for her — instead
A dirge to curse her faithless bed.