A month ago Lysander pray'd <br />To Jove, to Cupid, and to Venus, <br />That he might die if he betray'd <br />A single vow that pass'd between us. <br />Ah, careless gods, to hear so ill <br />And cheat a maid on you relying! <br />For false Lysander's thriving still, <br />And 'tis Corinna lies a-dying.<br /><br />Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-oath-2/
