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 sigh'd and pined and ogled, <br />And his passion boil'd 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-conducted person, <br />Went on cutting bread and butter.<br /><br />William Makepeace Thackeray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sorows-of-werther/
