Classic Poem

They lied, those lying traitors all,
Disloyal, hypocritical,
Who feigned that I spake ill of thee.
Heed not their words of charity;
For they are flatterers tongued with gall,
And liars all.

They make the tales that they let fall,
Coining falsehoods, where withal
They swear that I spake ill of thee:
Heed not their lies of charity;
For they are flatterers tongued with gall,
And liars all.

Believe them not, although they call
Themselves thy servants; one and all,
They lie, or God's course light on me,—
Whatever oaths they swear to thee,
Or were they thrice as stout and tall,
They're liars all.