Classic Poem

By Heliodora's sandal,
By Demo's tresses bright,
By Anticlea's smiling lips
And eyes of orbèd light,

By dear Timarion's doorway
Fragrant with scented dew,
By Dorothea's garlands
Blooming and ever new,

I swear that Love on me has tried
The sting of every dart:
Empty his quiver: all his shafts
Are buried in my heart.