What doth thou think
In splendorous wrongs?
How can thou sink
To such naive songs?
What this topic doth soothe
What minds it found!
How doth it move
In shackled bounds.
Where shall it go
What shall it do?
When shall it tow
Thou who be blue.
But what doth care shall ever I have?
Because, dearest you, I've lost my ability to rhyme.