An Oath. (From 'Troy Town'.)

A month ago Lysander pray'd To Jove, to Cupid, and to Venus, That he might die if he betray'd A single vow that pass'd between us. Ah, careless gods, to hear so ill And cheat a maid on you relying! For false Lysander's thriving still, And 'tis Corinna lies a-dying.