Sonnet XXI: A Witless Galant by Michael Drayton
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; When I, as fast as e'er my pen could trot, Pour'd out what first from quick invention came, Nor never stood one word thereof to blot, Much like his wit that was to use the same; But with my verses he his mistress won, Which doted on the dolt beyond all measure. But see, for you to Heav'n for phrase I run, And ransack all Apollo's golden treasure;
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"A witless gallant a young wench that woo'd..."
"Sonnet XXI: A Witless Galant" by Michael Drayton is a deep english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Michael Drayton demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "A witless gallant a young wench that woo'd (Yet his dull spirit her not one jot could move),...", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Michael Drayton's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.