Brand: Sonneteer
In Elizabethan England, when poets held sway,There lived a man whose words could perfectly sing,Whose verses, sweet and pure, deserved not betray,But duly earned by beauty were to cling.His name was Campion, Philip, sonneteer,Whose verses, where the heart is felt and known,Invisible and felt should be so clear,Conveyed with sweetness and with little shown.He wrote his poems in courtly form and style,The sonnet's structure he well understood;His rhymes had rules and measures he could file,Through notation clear, from heart to word.With wit as sage as wordship must allow,Campion's pen adorned with grace and muse.