Classic Poem

Accusèd though I be without desert,
Sith none can prove believe it not for true:
For never yet, since that you had my heart,
Intended I to false or be untrue.
Sooner I would of death sustain the smart
Than break one word of that I promised you.
Accept therefore my service in good part:
None is alive that can ill tongues eschew.
Hold them as false, and let not us depart
Our friendship old in hope of any new.
Put not thy trust in such as use to feign,
Except thou mind to put thy friend to pain.