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Sonnets: Idea II

By Michael Drayton

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My heart was slain, and none but you and I;     Who should I think the murder should commit?     Since but yourself there was no creature by     But only I, guiltless of murdering it.         It slew itself; the verdict on the view     Do quit the dead, and me not accessary.     Well, well, I fear it will be proved by you,     The evidence so great a proof doth carry.         But O see, see, we need inquire no further!     Upon your lips the scarlet drops are found,     And in your eye the boy that did the murder,     Your cheeks yet pale since first he gave the wound!         By this I see, however things be past,         Yet heaven will still have murder 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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