What are the best ones you’ve written, said she;

Why, all the proud poesies fashioned for you,

Rare treasured runes I’ve penned here with glee

Applauding your beauty as all poems should do!

You’ve belauded others in similar rhyme

Extolling their virtues, this I do know,

A lady in waiting—a knave with a line

Is but a story that’s often been told.

Truth is a virtue that all bards know well —

By license of pen I’ve gilded a phrase

To uncover graces that plain words can’t tell,

But never advancing nefarious ways…

Now rest assured, as words are my bond,

Come lay beside me and hear my sweet song!