Author: Michael Drayton

Plain-path’d Experience, th’unlearned’s guide, Her simple followers evidently shows Sometimes what Schoolmen scarcely can decide, Nor yet wise Reason absolutely […]

A witless gallant a young wench that woo’d (Yet his dull spirit her not one jot could move), Entreated me, […]

To the Critic Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer, And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace, Turning my […]

All feathered things yet ever known to men, From the huge Rucke, unto the little Wren; From Forrest, Fields, from […]

To the Soul That learned Father, who so firmly proves The Soul of man immortal and divine, And doth the […]

To such as say thy love I overprize, And do not stick to term my praises folly, Against these folks, […]

My heart was slain, and none but you and I; Who should I think the murther should commit, Since but […]

To Admiration Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Ravish’d a world beyond the farthest thought, And knowing more […]

When first I ended, then I first began, The more I travell’d, further from my rest, Where most I lost, […]

Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit A thousand nymph-like and enamour’d Graces, The Goddesses of Memory and Wit, […]

NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late […]

Cupid Conjured Thou purblind boy, since thou hast been so slack To wound her heart, whose eyes have wounded me, […]

Yet read at last the story of my woe, The dreary abstracts of my endless cares, With my life’s sorrow […]

My Fair, if thou wilt register my love, A world of volumes shall thereof arise; Preserve my tears, and thou […]

Define my weal, and tell the joys of Heav’n; Express my woes, and show the pains of Hell; Declare what […]

To Miracle Some, misbelieving and profane in love, When I do speak of miracles by thee, May say, that thou […]

Some, when in rhyme they of their loves do tell, With flames and lightnings their exordiums paint; Some call on […]

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

As in some countries far remote from hence The wretched creature destined to die, Having the judgement due to his […]

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