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Sonnet 15 His Remedie for Loue

By Michael Drayton

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Since to obtaine thee, nothing me will sted,     I haue a Med'cine that shall cure my Loue,     The powder of her Heart dry'd, when she is dead,     That Gold nor Honour ne'r had power to moue;     Mix'd with her Teares, that ne'r her true-Loue crost,     Nor at Fifteene ne'r long'd to be a Bride,     Boyl'd with her Sighes, in giuing vp the Ghost,     That for her late deceased Husband dy'd;     Into the same then let a Woman breathe,     That being chid, did neuer word replie,     With one thrice-marry'd's Pray'rs, that did bequeath     A Legacie to stale Virginitie.         If this Receit haue not the pow'r to winne me,         Little Ile say, but thinke the Deuill's in me.

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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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