To Timon Docent
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.