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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

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Sonnet 21. A witless Gallant, a young wench that wooed

Michael Drayton (1563–1631)

[First printed in 1619.]

A WITLESS Gallant, a young wench that wooed

(Yet his dull spirit, her not one jot could move),

Intreated me, as e’er I wished his good,

To write him but one Sonnet to his Love.

When I, as fast as e’er my pen could trot,

Poured out what first from quick Invention came;

Nor never stood one word thereof to blot:

Much like his wit, that was to use the same.

But with my verses, he his Mistress won;

Who doated on the dolt beyond all measure.

But see! For you, to heaven for phrase I run,

And ransack all APOLLO’s golden treasure!

Yet by my froth, this Fool, his Love obtains:

And I lose you, for all my wit and pains!