Sonnet 20

To he that lives inside that magic lamp Studded with rubies and diamonds galore With rub, would thou remove thyself from cramp? And give to me thine wishes I implore With failed attempts were bright and falling stars That scorched the earth leaving me no reward Even that wishing well has many jars Of pennies, yet my wishes drown ignored Comfort this lonely man a love and bride And dress these rags with garments stitched of wealth Last and not least thou always shall abide Inside my soul, thus I immortal health Mythical magician...art thou prisoner? Or sore servant and stubborn listener