Sonnet II             he is nothing but a lewd mountebankwho steals money from his poor aged wifeto fill your pockets, and am i too frank?do you want to continue such a life?if so, you should no longer come to me,when your brain needs to be filled with poetryand math, for it's not what i wish to see,and i want to put away the history!don't tell me that you love me even more,while you work on his limbs and on my mind, who said that i need half of you to score,as there are many women i can find?pity yourself, stop singing the same songfor heaven's sake, you can tell right from wrong.