Epigram 26: Fond Callignotus sigh’d and swore

Fond Callignotus sigh’d and swore,
Tis Violante I adore,
The brightest beauty on the plain,
And she alone my heart shall gain.
He swore; but lovers’ vows, they say,
To heaven could never make their way,
Nor penetrate the bless’d abode,
Nor reach the ears of any god.
While for another maid he burns,
Forsaken Violante mourns
Her blasted hopes, her honour gone ;
As Megra’s race were once undone.