When in drones of verses amid rise
Penning the sophistry world very charms
And self pines making most rhyme
That I may with ease seek bread with this.
Wheeling time abreast with the rising sun;
And panting Age juxtaposed all in stern labour,
Making a masquerade of a dull self span
That I may with ease attempt to readily alter.
When lithe fellow blood in newly found talent
Like a rising plane slicing the air with vitality;
That in gone time I serv`d inspiration to his spirit,
And now in reverse he does to my soul very weary.
Caught in this metre and reduced
That I may new paths bring to mind.
