Poem by George Gascoigne

Sonnet 4. To prink me up

To prink me up, and make me higher placed,
All came too late that tarried any time;
Piles of provision pleased not my taste,
They made my heels too heavy for to climb.
Methought it best that boughs of boistrous oak
Should first be shread to make my feathers gay,
Till at the last a deadly dinting stroke
Brought down the bulk with edgetools of decay.
Of every farm I then let fly a leaf
To feed the purse that paid for peevishnesss,
Till rent and all were fallen in such disease,
As scarce could serve to maintain cleanliness;
They bought the body, fine, farm, leaf, and land;
All were too little for the merchant's hand. 

1. Woodmanship
2. Inscription in a Garden
3. Fie, Pleasure, Fie!
4. The Lullaby of a Lover
5. Amid My Bale I Bathe in Bliss

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