Thomas Edwards - Imitated from the Spanish of Lopez de Vega (Menagiana, tom.iv.) lyrics

Capricious wray a sonnet needs must have; I ne'er was so put to 't before--a sonnet! Why, fourteen verses must be spent upon it: "Tis good, howe'er, t' have conquered the first stave. Yet I shall ne'er find rhymes enough by half," Said I, and found myself i' the midst o' the second. If twice four verses were but fairly reckoned, I shall turn back on th' hardest part and laugh. Thus far, with good success I think I've scribbled, And of the twice seven lines have clean got o'er ten, Courage! another'll finish the first triplet. Thanks to thee, muse, my work begins to shorten. There's thirteen lines got through, driblet by driblet, 'Tis done! count how you will, I warr'nt there's fourteen.