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Sonet 13

By Michael Drayton

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You not alone, when you are still alone,     O God from you that I could priuate be,     Since you one were, I neuer since was one,     Since you in me, my selfe since out of me     Transported from my selfe into your beeing     Though either distant, present yet to eyther,     Senceles with too much ioy, each other seeing,     And onely absent when we are together.     Giue me my selfe, and take your selfe againe,     Deuise some means but how I may forsake you,     So much is mine that doth with you remaine,     That taking what is mine, with me I take you,         You doe bewitch me, O that I could flie         From my selfe you, or from your owne selfe I.

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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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