Ye thought is mighty, yet twisted and delighty
I seek your fate insighty, how lives the man like Aphrodite
See him knot, now him know that he fought
Seeketh the change and pluralize the jot
I seek your banter, chanting and ranting
Give me something enchanting
Like a fever paste in sand
Held tightly to the life I am
Wish and want and fail of taunt
Perhaps you need my quiver quant
Knowledge is power, for the last hour