Here you will find thePoemSonnet Iof poet George Gascoigne
IN haste, post haste, when first my wandering mind Beheld the glistring Court with gazing eye, Such deep delights I seemed therein to find, As might beguile a graver guest than I. The stately pomp of Princes and their peers Did seem to swim in floods of beaten gold; The wanton world of young delightful year Was not unlike a heaven for to behold, Wherein did swarm (for every saint) a Dame So fair of hue, so fresh of their attire, As might excel Dame Cynthia for Fame, Or conquer Cupid with his own desire. These and such like baits that blazed still Before mine eye, to feed my greedy will.
