Author: Michael Drayton

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 […]

His Remedy for Love Since to obtain thee nothing will be stead, I have a med’cine that shall cure my […]

Thou leaden brain, which censur’st what I write, And say’st my lines be dull and do not move, I marvel […]

Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe, Duly to count the sum of all my cares, I find […]

In pride of wit when high desire of fame Gave life and courage to my laboring pen, And first the […]

Cupid, I hate thee, which I’d have thee know; A naked starveling ever may’st thou be. Poor rogue, go pawn […]

As other men, so I myself do muse Why in this sort I wrest invention so, And why these giddy […]

Love, banish’d Heav’n, on Earth was held in scorn, Wand’ring abroad in need and beggary, And wanting friends, though of […]

Eternal and all-working God, which wast Before the world, whose frame by Thee was cast, And beautified with beamful lamps […]

Calling to mind since first my love begun, Th’ incertain times oft varying in their course, How things still unexpectedly […]