They call me Nameless,
   Well-known as fameless.
 My plans are aimless.
 My faults are blameless.
 My chess is gameless.
 My disgrace, shameless?

But my glasses are framed.
   My passions are inflamed.
 My wild horses are tamed,
   And my arrows are aimed.
 All due credit is claimed,
   And nothing else remains.