Analysis of Sonnet XXI: A Witless Galant
Michael Drayton 1563 (Hartshill) – 1631 (London)
A witless gallant a young wench that woo'd
(Yet his dull spirit her not one jot could move),
Entreated me, as e'er I wish'd his good,
To write him but one sonnet to his love;
When I, as fast as e'er my pen could trot,
Pour'd out what first from quick invention came,
Nor never stood one word thereof to blot,
Much like his wit that was to use the same;
But with my verses he his mistress won,
Which doted on the dolt beyond all measure.
But see, for you to Heav'n for phrase I run,
And ransack all Apollo's golden treasure;
Yet by my froth this fool his love obtains,
And I lose you for all my love and pains.
Scheme | ABCDEFEFGHGHII |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0101001111 11110011111 111101111 1111110111 11111101111 1111110101 110111111 1111111101 1111011101 1110101110 1111111111 0110101010 1111111101 0111111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 617 |
Words | 124 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 463 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 122 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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