See how the stubborne damzell doth depraue <br />my simple meaning with disdaynfull scorne: <br />and by the bay which I vnto her gaue, <br />accoumpts my selfe her captiue quite forlorne. <br />The bay (quoth she) is of the victours borne, <br />yielded them by the vanquisht as theyr meeds, <br />and they therewith doe poetes heads adorne, <br />to sing the glory of their famous deedes. <br />But sith she will the conquest challeng needs, <br />let her accept me as her faithfull thrall, <br />that her great triumph which my skill exceeds, <br />I may in trump of fame blaze ouer all. <br />Then would I decke her head with glorious bayes, <br />and fill the world with her victorious prayse.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxix-2/
