While from her tear-drencht face outburst cold shivering sobs."Thus from my patrial shore, O traitor, hurried to exile,Me on a lonely strand hast left, perfidious Theseus?Thus wise farest, despite the godhead of Deities spurned,(Reckless, alas!) to your home convoying perjury-curses?Naught, then, ever availed that mind of cruelest counselAlter? No saving grace in you was evermore ready,That to have pity on me vouchsafed your pitiless bosom?Nevertheless not in past time such were the promises wordyLavished; nor such hopes to me the hapless were bidden;But the glad married joys, the longed-for pleasures of wedlock.All now empty and vain, by breath of the breezes bescattered!Now, let woman no more trust her to man when he sweareth,Ne'er let her hope to find or truth or faith in his pleadings,Who when lustful thought forelooks to somewhat attaining,Never an oath they fear, shall spare no promise to promise.Yet no sooner they sate all lewdness and lecherous fancy,Nothing remember of words and reck they naught of fore-swearing.Certes, you did I snatch from midmost whirlpool of ruinDeadly, and held it cheap loss of a brother to sufferRather than fail your need (O false!) at hour the supremest.Therefore my limbs are doomed to be torn of birds, and of feralsPrey, nor shall upheapt Earth afford a grave to my body.Say me, what lioness bare you 'neath lone rock of the desert?What sea spued you conceived from out the spume of his surges!