When news doth swear that it is made of truth,
I do believe it not; I know it lies.
Its serpent head revealed, when fairest youth
Became the object of those serpent eyes.
But searching eyes will find desired faults:
And found youth’s lips, where wicked serpent fangs
Did kiss the youth, injecting venom false,
And left the youth now writhing in his pangs.
Despite the young man’s glass with skyward sand,
The evil of the serpent knows no bound;
Yet witnesséd by all upon God’s land,
Perhaps a benefit will thus abound:
     Howe’er unpleasant right now it may seem,
     It can unite, and end up in a dream!