by David P. Gontar (June 2012)

Tell me where is Portia bred,  
Or in her heart or in her head?  
How begot, how nourished?
Reply! Reply!   
She's engender'd in our eyes,   
With gazes fed while lovers cry. 
'Neath the counterpane her treasures lie.  
Let us all ring Portia's bell;  
I'll begin it, -- Ding Dong Dell,  
And welcome thee to Belmont Hell.  more>>>