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Amour 44

By Michael Drayton

Topics: classic

My hart the Anuile where my thoughts doe beate,     My words the hammers fashioning my desire,     My breast the forge, including all the heate,     Loue is the fuell which maintaines the fire:     My sighes the bellowes which the flame increaseth,     Filling mine eares with noise and nightly groning,     Toyling with paine my labour neuer ceaseth,     In greeuous passions my woes styll bemoning.     Myne eyes with teares against the fire stryuing,     With scorching gleed my hart to cynders turneth;     But with those drops the coles againe reuyuing,     Still more and more vnto my torment burneth.         With Sisiphus thus doe I role the stone,         And turne the wheele with damned Ixion.

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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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