Poem by William Makepeace Thackeray

Sorrows of Werther

WERTHER 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 sighed and pined and ogled,
  	And his passion boiled 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.

1. The King on the Tower
2. My Nora
3. Peg of Limavaddy
4. The Almack’s Adieu
5. The Last of May

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