Poems by Michael Drayton
Sonnet VI: How Many Paltry Things
... That they shall grieve they liv'd not in these times, ...
Sonnet XV: Since to Obtain Thee
... His Remedy for LoveSince to obtain thee nothing will be stead, ...
Sonnet VIII: There's Nothing Grieves Me
... These lines that now thou scorn'st, which should delight thee, ...
Sonnet XXXIII: Whilst Yet Mine Eyes
... To ImaginationWhilst yet mine Eyes do surfeit with delight, ...
Idea LIII: To the River Ancor
... Say thus, fair brook, when thou shalt see thy queen: ...
Sonnet XXVIII: To Such As Say
... Against these folks, that think themselves so wise, ...
Sonnet XLIV: Whilst Thus My Pen
... Proudly thou scorn'st my world-outwearing rhymes ...
Sonnet LVII: You Best Discern'd
... That, rapt in spirit, in better worlds hath been, ...
Sonnet XLVII: In Pride of Wit
... When the proud round on every side hath rung, ...
Sonnet X: To Nothing Fitter
... False friends thy kindness, born but to deceive thee, ...
Sonnet XXXI: Methinks I See
... Think'st thou my wit shall keep the pack-horse way ...
Sonnet XLIX: Thou Leaden Brain
... Thou which hast bann'd thy thoughts and curs'd thy breath ...
Sonnet LIII: Clear Anker
... Another to the River AnkerClear Anker, on whose silver-sanded shore ...
Sonnet XLI: Why Do I Speak of Joy
... Love's LunacyWhy do I speak of joy, or write of love, ...
Sonnet XL: My Heart the Anvil
... My sighs the bellows which the flame increaseth, ...
