Shall I compare thee to a bird of prey
Thou art more cruel but hide it very well
And if perchance thou now find thou art gay
Meet men now down in the fairy’s glen.
I know not how to paint thy long pale face
The hair so thin, she colour of despair
Thou lookest like a Tudor in disgrace
That once was sturdy,strong and very fair
And thy demeanor puzzleth me so much
Thou wert raised with manners of a prince
Why eat roast pig while thou art in church?
Even holy bread is seen to wince.
Depart from me,ye green eyed coward and liar
I threw thy missives into my bright fire.