The kingly basilikon must be reviled,
Spit upon, abused for abundance
Tho admixed with goose grease so good
For babies' ears and aphrodisiacs.
"Ego, Borago, gaudia semper ago."
The oxtongue's liquid quiets
A wildman but combined with wine
One howls and pines. "I,
Borage, always gives courage."
Who said character is fate?
I should like to sate
Myself with sage and thyme.
The Vulnerability of Order