A witless gallant a young wench that woo'd
(Yet his dull spirit her not one jot could move),
Entreated me, as e'er I wish'd his good,
To write him but one sonnet to his love;
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I love this poem. It is so sad, saying only death can end the pain of love. He must have had his heart broken badly. One of my favorite poems.