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 […]

In former times such as had store of coin, In wars at home, or when for conquests bound, For fear […]

FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; […]

As Love and I, late harbor’d in one inn, With proverbs thus each other entertain: “In Love there is no […]

Like an advent’rous seafarer am I, Who hath some long and dang’rous voyage been, And, call’d to tell of his […]

What? Dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart? To take all mine and give me none again? Or […]

Some men there be which like my method well And much commend the strangeness of my vein; Some say I […]

But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o’er many a stile, That now had gotten […]

Truce, gentle Love, a parley now I crave; Methinks ’tis long since first these wars begun; Nor thou nor I […]

To Humor You cannot love, my pretty heart, and why? There was a time you told me that you would; […]

Another to the River Anker Clear Anker, on whose silver-sanded shore My soul-shrin’d saint, my fair Idea, lies, O blessed […]

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, […]