Sonnet 80

The Rival Poet

  1. 1 O! how I faint when I of you do write,
  2. 2 Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
  3. 3 And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
  4. 4 To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame!
  5. 5 But since your worth—wide as the ocean is,—
  6. 6 The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
  7. 7 My saucy bark, inferior far to his,
  8. 8 On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
  9. 9 Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
  10. 10 Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
  11. 11 Or, being wrack'd, I am a worthless boat,
  12. 12 He of tall building, and of goodly pride:
  13. 13 Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
  14. 14 The worst was this,—my love was my decay.