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Amour 31

By Michael Drayton

Topics: classic

Sitting alone, loue bids me goe and write;     Reason plucks backe, commaunding me to stay,     Boasting that shee doth still direct the way,     Els senceles loue could neuer once indite.     Loue, growing angry, vexed at the spleene,     And scorning Reasons maymed Argument,     Straight taxeth Reason, wanting to invent     Where shee with Loue conuersing hath not beene.     Reason, reproched with this coy disdaine,     Dispighteth Loue, and laugheth at her folly,     And Loue, contemning Reasons reason wholy,     Thought her in weight too light by many a graine.         Reason, put back, doth out of sight remoue,         And Loue alone finds reason in my loue.

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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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