A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.

Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets, But Gold That's Put To Use More Gold Begets.

Before, I Loved Thee As A Brother, John, But Now, I Do Respect Thee As My Soul.

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.