A poem inspired by William Shakespeare’s The Two Gentlemen of Verona
She loveth not the liar who forsook,
a thousand oaths when once she graced his sight.
Whose heart, worm-fed and rotted,undertook,
to name his friend from Adam lost to light
Who tombed his forlorn Julia in earth,
to lay his suit before a brighter sun.
Tis pestilence to her, his praise and mirth,
for she who bore it last and now is dun.
Her winds chastise his heart to no avail.
“Thou cur! Repent and find thy blessed love.”
“Thy blessed love” stands nigh in borrowed veil,
and whispers thanks and praise for Heaven’s dove.
O feckless mistress! Love, thou art unkind.
Such misery hast thou from joy refined.
The Beautiful Path 