This is basically Hamlet's POV of Ophelia's ruse in Act 3, Scene 1. I tried
to use Shakespeare's use of language as much as possible. Not quite sure if
I succeeded or not. By the way, I do not own the play Hamlet. But, I'm sure
everyone can guess that. :)

How disappointed I am in thee,
The love I have given,
That rivaled the scintillating stars above,
That could not compare with diamonds,
Mine gifts and words of gold,
Hath returned tarnished,
Thy touch so silken,
Is now rough homespun,
The coarse fabric of commoners,
As thy treacherous father behaves such,
My love, thou art too a traitor,
Or rather, a traitoress,
By keeping petty loyalties to that boar,
Thou mightest hath found peace with me,
As man and his beloved wife,
Now, you have chosen bitter strife,
Whatever possessed thee to lie to me,
Is greater than the magics of Cupid's bow,
Thy doubt has hurt me to the core,
Thou shouldest have trusted me,
'Stead of aligning with the opportunist butchers,
Some may blame it on female frailty,
Some may blame it on a lack of faith,
Thy heart hath hardened 'gainst mine,
Due to fleeting fears and lies,
Or, truly, are all women the same?