Hee sees my knavery. This is to make an ass of thee,
to mock he, if I could; but Hee will not stir from this place,
for Hee dotes my thievery. Hee will walk up and down here,
and I will write, so thou shall read I am not afraid.
I fled from thee, from me to stay away Hee I did beseech
But though he canns't stay far from my robber'd speech
For he haunts me and persues me like hawk preying dove
To scorn me in evil mockery, Hee jests with hate and love
My stolen humours Hee does seek, foolish silly blog geek
Charmed-like by some fairy toys Hee stalks me unto here
Oh Triple Hecate I beseech Thee, break this evildoer spell
Make him disappear and fly Hee to thy Hell for me!
I've paid the Devil his dues, in several tones of hues
Too bad for Hee, thou he cann'st English read
My gentle ironies he must perceive to scorn of my poem
Hee will, for Master Shakespeare I just did steal!
One doubt wanders in my fair blonde forger head
Am I not wise? I should dispise but; Lo! I write to Hee instead
For scornful Hee I love not, and me Hee does hate
Why then his dotage of feelings do I duplicate?