There Is No Love-broker In The World

I Am Misanthropos, And Hate Mankind, For Thy Part, I Do Wish Thou Wert A Dog, That I Might Love Thee Something.

Many Dream Not To Find, Neither Deserve, And Yet Are Steeped In Favors.

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

I Have Been Studying How I May Compare This Prison Where I Live Unto The World; And, For Because The World Is Populous, And Here Is Not A Creature But Myself, I Cannot Do It. Yet I'll Hammer It Out.