Author: Michael Drayton

To Time Stay, speedy Time, behold, before thou pass, From age to age what thou hast sought to see, One […]

In Ionia whence sprang old poets’ fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon […]

You not alone, when you are still alone, O God, from you that I could private be. Since you one […]

There’s nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste, That in my days I may not see thee old, That […]

An evil spirit, your beauty haunts me still, Wherewith, alas, I have been long possest, Which ceaseth not to tempt […]

SINCE there ‘s no help, come let us kiss and part Nay, I have done, you get no more of […]

Nothing but “No,” and “Aye,” and “Aye,” and “No”? How falls it out so strangely you reply? I tell ye, […]

How many paltry foolish painted things, That now in coaches trouble every street, Shall be forgotten, whom no poet sings, […]

Into these Loves who but for Passion looks, At this first sight here let him lay them by And seek […]

I hear some say, “This man is not in love.” “What? Can he love? A likely thing,” they say; “Read […]