Woful Nativity:

What light doth teach,

such brutish man to scream?

Tis’ beauty the culprit with its,

woeful nativity.

Havoc reeked;

dreadful deeds ever more weak

mindless banter misplaced

over ridges and lavish landscapes

Oh hear how he doth scream!

Desires overshadowed by need

what heat doth bring,

a feverish disease?

Tis’ only love that can reach,

so deep.