Before mine eye, to feed my greedy will, <br />'Gan muster eke mine old acquainted mates, <br />Who helped the dish (of vain delight) to fill <br />My empty mouth with dainty delicates; <br />And foolish boldness took the whip in hand <br />To lash my life into this trustless trace, <br />Till all in haste I leapt a loof from land <br />And hoist up sail to catch a Courtly grace. <br />Each lingering day did seem a world of woe, <br />Till in that hapless haven my head was brought; <br />Waves of wanhope so tossed me to and fro <br />In deep despair to drown my dreadful thought; <br />Each hour a day, each day a year, did seem <br />And every year a world my will did deem.<br /><br />George Gascoigne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-ii-19/
