and fain in verse my love to show,That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,—Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,—I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;Studying inventions fine her wits to entertain,Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flowSome fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn'd brain.But words came halting forth, wanting invention's stay;Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows;And others' feet still seem'd but strangers in my way.Thus great with child to speak and helpless in my throes,Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write."
Based and gay op
Astrophel and Stella
>>25345879Not gay, you just know this guy was drowning in it.
>>25344233not reading all that in one sitting but the first two lines were lovely x
