Author: Michael Drayton

Our flood’s-queen Thames for ships and swans is crown’d, And stately Severn for her shore is prais’d, The crystal Trent […]

You best discern’d of my mind’s inward eyes, And yet your graces outwardly divine, Whose dear remembrance in my bosom […]

Dear, why should you command me to my rest When now the night doth summon all to sleep? Methinks this […]

If he from Heav’n that filch’d that living fire Condemn’d by Jove to endless torment be, I greatly marvel how […]

Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace Disperse their rays on every vulgar spirit, Whilst I in darkness, […]

My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat; My words the hammers fashioning my desire; My breast the forge […]

Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write; Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay, Boasting that she doth still […]

I pray thee leave, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me. I but in vain that […]

Clear Ancor, on whose silver-sanded shore My soul-shrin’d saint, my fair Idea lies, O blessed brook, whose milk-white swans adore […]

To Folly With fools and children, good discretion bears; Then, honest people, bear with Love and me, Nor older yet, […]