1. He was greedy for my praise, though no wise man
Would covet what I say - such empty words.

2. I draped on him a mantle of fine phrases,
That souls and hearts might yearn for in their dreams.

3. At last I wearied, seeing he thought me serious,
Though in his dullard's mind naught stirred but gloom.

4. He claimed his share of flowing verse, as though
The noble prince controlled the rhyme's sweet stream.