Waters Poisoned Are Disposed to Better

Waters poisoned are disposed to better

All the things to men’s eyes never do well:

Some are evil, some of good will fetter

By the poison which do innocents swell;

Every person hath a fortune living,

But there’s some whose will regarded noxious

Hath consumed all need and want forgiving,

For their human state is deemed obnoxious.

Poison strikes the nature of merit;

Causeth death to merry lives and love,

To strip of things in time inherit

Life in glee, thus judged through prospect above.

    Be true that toxins hath revealed infections,

    Lonesome hearts are judged for their intentions.