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"Thus am I still provoked to every evil
By this good wicked spirit, sweet angel devil."
Michael Drayton (1563-1631), British poet. Idea (sonnet 9, l. 13-14). . .
Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press. |
"Before my face it lays down my despairs,
And hastes me on unto a sudden death,"
Michael Drayton (1563-1631), British poet. Idea (sonnet 9, l. 9-10). . .
Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press. |
"Virgins and matrons, reading these my rimes,
Shall be so much delighted with thy story
That they shall grieve they lived not in these times
To have seen thee, their sex's only glory.
So shalt thou fly above the vulgar throng
Still to survive in my immortal song."
Michael Drayton (1563-1631), British poet. Idea (sonnet 14, l. 9-14). . .
Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press. |
"Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done: you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain;
Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,
When his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life, thou might'st him yet recover."
Michael Drayton (1563-1631), British poet. Idea, Sonnet 61, Idea: in Sixty-three Sonnets (1619), repr. In Works, vol. 2, ed. J. William Hebel (1932). |
"How many paltry, foolish, painted things
That now in coaches trouble every street
Shall be forgotten, whom no poet sings,
Ere they be well wrapped in their winding-sheet!"
Michael Drayton (1563-1631), British poet. Idea (sonnet 14, l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press. |
"My name shall mount upon Eternitie."
Michael Drayton (1563-1631), British poet. Idea (sonnet 9, l. 9-14). . .
Anchor Anthology of Sixteenth-Century Verse, The. Richard S. Sylvester, ed. (1974) Doubleday Anchor Books. |
"If he from heaven that filched that living fire
Condemned by Jove to endless torment be,
I greatly marvel how you still go free
That far beyond Prometheus did aspire"
Michael Drayton (1563-1631), British poet. Idea (sonnet 4, l. 1-4). . .
Anchor Anthology of Sixteenth-Century Verse, The. Richard S. Sylvester, ed. (1974) Doubleday Anchor Books. |
"But when the bowels of the earth were sought,
And men her golden entrails did espy,
This mischief then into the world was brought,
This framed the mint which coined our misery.
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And thus began th'exordium of our woes,
The fatal dumb-show of our misery;
Here sprang the tree on which our mischief grows,
The dreary subject of world's tragedy."
Michael Drayton (1563-1631), British poet. The Shepherd's Garland, Eclogue 8 (1593). |
"For that fine madness still he did retain
Which rightly should possess a poet's brain."
Michael Drayton (1563-1631), British poet. To Henry Reynolds, Of Poets and Poesy, l. 109 (1627).
Referring to Christopher Marlowe. |
"Show me no more those snowy breasts
With azure riverets branched
Where, whilst mine eye with plenty feasts
Yet is my thirst not staunched;
O Tantalus, thy pains ne'er tell,
By me thou are prevented;
'Tis nothing to be plagued in Hell,
But thus in Heaven tormented."
Michael Drayton (1563-1631), British poet. "To His Coy Love," st. 2, Odes, with Other Lyrick Poesies (1619), repr. In Works, vol. 2, ed. J William Hebel (1932). |
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