Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ZepheriaCanzon 18. Exacter, should it fortune I should pencil thee
AnonymousE
What glory may attend though on my skill?
Even such as him befalls, whose pen doth copy
The sweet invention of another’s quill.
My Muse yet never journeyed to the Indes,
Thy Fair to purple in Alchermyan dye,
All on the weak spread of his eyes’ wings
Sufficeth that thou mount, though not so high!
Yet should it hap, that, in a kind vouchsafe,
The feature of my pen some grace do win;
Thereof, Z
The copying scribe may claim no right therein:
But if more nice wits censure my lines crooked,
Thus I excuse, “I wrote, my light removed!”