Words, they are such potent tool

Can make you a king or a fool

But if you add wit to beauty

It can destroy man's duty

Eyes worm as the noons sun

And tongue skillfully spun

To bring praise of incredible worth

Makes my heart full of mirth

But is this true or just a ploy

Just to bring joy to poor boy

Is there any truth or merit

To what this vixen sayeth

Soul filled to bursting with doubt

Brought by enchanting mouth

Mind, such a wicked foe

Can cast such a strong blow

Even when honest is she

Dubiety will not let me be