THE SORROWS OF WERTHER

by: W.M. Thackeray (1811-1863)

      ERTHER had a love for Charlotte
      Such as words could never utter;
      Would you know how first he met her?
      She was cutting bread and butter.
       
      Charlotte was a married lady,
      And a moral man was Werther,
      And for all the wealth of Indies,
      Would do nothing for to hurt her.
       
      So he sigh'd and pined and ogled,
      And his passion boil'd and bubbled,
      Till he blew his silly brains out,
      And no more was by it troubled.
       
      Charlotte, having seen his body
      Borne before her on a shutter,
      Like a well-conducted person,
      Went on cutting bread and butter.

"The Sorrows of Werther" is reprinted from A Nonsense Anthology. Ed. Carolyn Wells. New York: Charles Scribner's Son, 1915.

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