Werther had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.
Charlotte was a married lady,
And a moral man was Werther,
And for all the wealth of Indies
Would do nothing for to hurt her.
So he sighed and pined and ogled,
And his passion boiled and bubbled,
Till he blew his silly brains out,
And no more was by it troubled.
Charlotte, having seen his body
Borne before her on a shutter,
Like a well-conducted person,
Went on cutting bread and butter.
-- William Makepeace Thackeray
This is Thackeray's sendup of The Sorrows of Young Werther, the overwrought, semi-autobiographical novel which made Goethe's reputation.