The cursed moon mine eyes doth spy

Clouds and stars bosom it with false ambition

Bewitching rays illuminate the sky;

Evoluting from the man with damned pretensions

Innocence is innocent to its evil ways,

Gaze it not upon the imperfections of

But wanton mystery and desire in it lays;

Blameless' errors thus affect of spell

No clover nor horseshoe serve as brave talismen

Its worth outshines seven times impoverished glass

All blame yields until the sight of him

Those that knowledge gained fashion him crass

Even naive in my youth I fathom his wicked mode,

I'll not venture out

Time better spent

Wasted on a toad.