I do increase their wand'ring wits
"I do increase their wand'ring wits, till that I dim their sight,
'Tis I that do bereave them of their Joy and chief delight."
Thus did I see this bragging Boy advance himself even then,
Deriding at the wanton toys, of foolish loving men.
Which when I saw for anger then my panting breast did beat,
To see how he sat taunting them, upon his royal seat.
O then I wisht I had been free, and cured were my wound;
Me-thought I could display his arms, and coward deeds expound.
But I perforce must stay my muse, full sore against my heart.
For that I am a Subject wight, and lanced with his dart.
But if that I achieve the fort, which I have took in charge,
My Hand and Head with quivering quill, shall blaze his name at large.