Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet

Each line is composed of two Anapaest metres and a final Spondee metre. Come to me and put thine sweet eyes on this note that thus came, e’en tries to put slander within my mind of the old and bad trite stale kind. What false lines do impinge thy name for such claims do, love, make thee blame in the splitting of so great pair, the well known Lord and Lady Blare. Such words I will not yea believe since without gens how they deceive. The hot fire of this flame’s flambeau will burn scurrilous page I know. Then with glaive on this pole I’ll take their head clean off for they name’s sake.