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Sonnets: Idea XXXVIII

By Michael Drayton

Topics: classic

Sitting alone, love bids me go and write;         Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay,         Boasting that she doth still direct the way,     Or else love were unable to indite.     Love growing angry, vexd at the spleen,         And scorning reason's maimd argument,         Straight taxeth reason, wanting to invent     Where she with love conversing hath not been.     Reason reproachd with this coy disdain,         Despiteth love, and laugheth at her folly;         And love contemning reason's reason wholly,     Thought it in weight too light by many a grain.         Reason put back doth out of sight remove,         And love alone picks reason out of love.

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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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