Stuart George owes me a bottle of the 7.99 Chilean Cabernet he promised to buy me (Harpers, 27 October) if I can identify the author of an Elizabethan sonnet.
Sir Philip Sidney is our man:
You that do dictionary's method bring
Into your rhymes, running in rattling rows;
You that poor Petrarch's long-deceased woes,
With new-born sighs and denizened wit do sing,
You take wrong ways, those far-fetched helps be such
As do betray a want of inward touch.'
I agree with the sentiments expressed by Sir Phil (1554-
1586) here and, by implication, Mr George himself. More shockingly, I plead guilty with regard to mixing up Cantenac-Brown and Brane-Cantenac, merely to make a pun work.
However, my scornful sentiments with regard to both of these Margaux remain, and I look forward to receipt of my bottle of Chilean Cab.
Malcolm Gluck
gluck@superplonk.demon.co.uk