Thou art no more than a buffoon.
A witless simpering poltroon.
Thy bravery but surface show
concealing cowardice below.
Thy bullying and braggart ways,
will earn thee precious little praise
From maids who value honesty.
A virtue that’s unknown to you.
Despite the richness of thy dress
thou failest always to impress.
For manners make the man not clothes.
Thou art a fool shouldst thou suppose.
That honest maids would favour thee.
They would treat thee disdainfully.

9-May-08

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