Werther had a love for Charlotte <br /> Such as words could never utter; <br />Would you know how first he met her? <br /> She was cutting bread and butter. <br /> <br />Charlotte was a married lady, <br /> And a moral man was Werther, <br />And, for all the wealth of Indies, <br /> Would do nothing for to hurt her. <br /> <br />So he sighed and pined and ogled, <br /> And his passion boiled and bubbled, <br />Till he blew his silly brains out, <br /> And no more was by it troubled. <br /> <br />Charlotte, having seen his body <br /> Borne before her on a shutter, <br />Like a well-coducted person, <br /> Went on cutting bread and butter.<br /><br />William Makepeace Thackeray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrows-of-werther/
