I do increase their wand'ring wits

"I do increase their wand'ring wits, till that I dim their sight, 'Tis I that do bereave them of their Joy and chief delight." Thus did I see this bragging Boy advance himself even then, Deriding at the wanton toys, of foolish loving men. Which when I saw for anger then my panting breast did beat, To see how he sat taunting them, upon his royal seat. O then I wisht I had been free, and cured were my wound; Me-thought I could display his arms, and coward deeds expound. But I perforce must stay my muse, full sore against my heart. For that I am a Subject wight, and lanced with his dart. But if that I achieve the fort, which I have took in charge, My Hand and Head with quivering quill, shall blaze his name at large.