A Sonnet by a Faust to Some One Newly Met

To Timon Docent a sonnet by a female faust You are as like a corpse – a soulless Thynge withal –  as daff-down-dillies delicate despairing Desolation do describe;  More alike the Wit whereby you'd audience enthrall:  It stronger Spirit sure than what we'd eagerly imbibe. O let these Words be brave!  If by mischance you came  to Shakespeare's Misanthrope your then unhappy Self compare  would i could convince you of how unbeffitting lame  and thus how rendered doubly the ad hominem unfair. (but first must i make mention of a loue yet unconfessd  i sometime bear the Misanthrope for that one trait alone  not that i would feel the pain to which it doth attest  no nor ever to another such a show of force condone)  ...so... in hopes the Docent doubts not his Desiderata  as foolish surely as if the Student heeded not her Lysistrata.