Who was Jocasta, o
Queen of Thebes? So
Hast lived she,
Image of beauty.
The intelligence of the gods,
The best of our lives
Reasonable, to see
Through the false prophet’s lies.
O, but how grave for her
To have lived in a tragedy
Where the soothsayers are true
Their predictions, not fallacy
May the gods, in her death
Shine on her, more than life
For the gods doth conspired
Against Laius’ and Oedipus’ wife.