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Sonet 5

By Michael Drayton

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My hart was slaine, and none but you and I,     Who should I thinke the murder should commit?     Since but your selfe, there was no creature by     But onely I, guiltlesse of murth'ring it.     It slew it selfe; the verdict on the view     Doe quit the dead and me not accessarie;     Well, well, I feare it will be prou'd by you,     The euidence so great a proofe doth carry.     But O, see, see, we need enquire no further,     Vpon your lips the scarlet drops are found,     And in your eye, the boy that did the murther,     Your cheekes yet pale since first they gaue the wound.         By this, I see, how euer things be past,         Yet heauen will still haue murther out at last.

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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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