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Sonet 29 To The Sences

By Michael Drayton

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When conquering loue did first my hart assaile,     Vnto mine ayde I summond euery sence,     Doubting if that proude tyrant should preuaile,     My hart should suffer for mine eyes offence;     But he with beauty, first corrupted sight,     My hearing bryb'd with her tongues harmony,     My taste, by her sweet lips drawne with delight,     My smelling wonne with her breaths spicerie;     But when my touching came to play his part,     (The King of sences, greater than the rest)     That yeelds loue up the keyes vnto my hart,     And tells the other how they should be blest;         And thus by those of whom I hop'd for ayde,         To cruell Loue my soule was first betrayd.

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About Michael Drayton

Michael Drayton (1563–1631) was an English poet whose "Poly-Olbion" (1612–1622) is a vast topographical poem describing the landscape and legends of England and Wales. His sonnet "Since there's no help" is among the finest of the Elizabethan era.

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