"Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for wither thou goest, i will go; and where thou lodgest, i will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.
Where thou diest, will i die, and there will i be buried: the Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me."
Ruth 1:16-17 (KJV)
Lips invariable like weather, turning aside as an unfaithful arrow aimed at a panther, killed instead a roe.
Vows unfulfilled, promises unkept: seeing a snorter quit; lept away like a thief.
Ha, gay words laden with grief!
Love inconstant ends in sorrow, making the heart bent like a bow.