Michael Drayton (1563 - 1631 / Warwickshire / England)
Poems of Michael Drayton
|2.||Endimion and Phoebe (excerpts)||1/1/2004|
|3.||How Many Paltry Foolish Painted Things||1/13/2003|
|4.||Idea LI: Calling to mind since first my love begun||1/1/2004|
|5.||Idea LIII: To the River Ancor||1/1/2004|
|6.||Idea XX: An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still||1/1/2004|
|7.||Idea XXXVII: Dear, why should you command me to my rest||1/1/2004|
|8.||Noah's Flood (excerpts)||1/1/2004|
|9.||Nymphidia, The Court Of Fairy (excerpts)||1/1/2004|
|10.||Ode to the Cambro-Britons and their Harp, His Ballad of Agi||1/1/2004|
|13.||Sonnet I: Like an Advent'rous Seafarer||1/3/2003|
|14.||Sonnet II: My Heart Was Slain||1/3/2003|
|15.||Sonnet III: Taking My Pen||1/3/2003|
|16.||Sonnet IV: Bright Star of Beauty||1/3/2003|
|17.||Sonnet IX: As Other Men||1/3/2003|
|18.||Sonnet L: As in Some Countries||1/3/2003|
|19.||Sonnet LI: Calling to Mind||1/3/2003|
|20.||Sonnet LII: What? Dost Thou Mean||1/3/2003|
Sonnet V: Nothing But No
Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"?
How falls it out so strangely you reply?
I tell ye, Fair, I'll not be answer'd so,
With this affirming "No," denying "Aye."
I say, "I love," you slightly answer "Aye";
I say, "You love," you pule me out a "No";
I say, "I die," you echo me an "Aye";
"Save me," I cry, you sigh me out a "No";
Must woe and I have nought but "No" and "Aye"?