Her beauty was incongruous with her mind
For men who saw her curls were not amused.
Her conversation with them seemed unkind.
Or possibly their own brains were confused.
She should have been beheaded or beqeathed
To someone who could enjoy all that she had.
Alas she was by clever men deceived
Until at last she became raving mad.
Think what you like,she cares no more
For men’s opinions change ten times an hour.
And if her lover shows her his front door
She’ll ask the king to send him to the Tower.
Does this life have meaning is it a pain?
Do not answer till you feel the same.
How my heart sings 