Of serpents thy lie.

 By Gener.

Of serpents and scorpions lay

Thy soul thee trade for fear,

In his carnal the belly bloomed

The sweat could rise and fall.

In time thy face shall fail the test

Of grace and youth and fun,

And in thy lone and self abide

A yen for a forgot'en will arrive.

Thou child,  a wife, a devil's snare

Shall look thyself in eye,

And what thee see could crush thy smile

For nowhere thou now belong.

In death thou never will be mourned

In life thou been forgotten all,

In birth thou had been blessed by God

Yet thou slapped the hands that cared.

The full force of life beckons thy kind

There'd be ups and downs to sail,

The wind can wipe thy ilk and tribe

The sun can sear thy ugly throat.

Beware the wrath of yin and yang

The tide of near and far,

The fire will gulp thy pride and sloth

And leave thy ashes as thou been found.