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Sonnets: Idea X

By Michael Drayton

Topics: classic

To nothing fitter can I thee compare     Than to the son of some rich penny-father,     Who having now brought on his end with care,     Leaves to his son all he had heaped together.         This new rich novice, lavish of his chest,     To one man gives, doth on another spend;     Then here he riots; yet amongst the rest,     Haps to lend some to one true honest friend.         Thy gifts thou in obscurity dost waste:     False friends, thy kindness born but to deceive thee;     Thy love that is on the unworthy placed;     Time hath thy beauty which with age will leave thee.         Only that little which to me was lent,         I give thee back when all the rest is spent.

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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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