Esther M. Zimmer Lederberg
George Gascoigne, 1539-1577: Sonnet III
And every yeare a worlde my will did deeme,
Till lo, at last, to Court nowe am I come,
A seemely swayne, that might the place beseeme,
A gladsome guest embraste of all and some :
Not there contente with common dignitie,
My wandring eye in haste, (yea poste poste haste)
Behelde the blazing badge of braverie,
For want whereof, I thought my selfe disgraste :
Then peevishe pride puffte up my swelling harte,
To further foorth so hotte an enterprise ;
And comely cost beganne to playe his parte,
In praysing patternes of mine owne devise.
Thus all was good that might be got in haste,
To princke me up, and make me higher plaste.
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