Sonnets: Idea XXIII
Love, banished heaven, in earth was held in scorn, Wand'ring abroad in need and beggary; And wanting friends, though of a goddess born, Yet craved the alms of such as passd by. I, like a man devout and charitable, Clothd the naked, lodged this wandering guest; With sighs and tears still furnishing his table With what might make the miserable blest. But this ungrateful for my good desert, Enticed my thoughts against me to conspire, Who gave consent to steal away my heart, And set my breast, his lodging, on a fire. Well, well, my friends, when beggars grow thus bold, No marvel then though charity grow cold.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Love, banished heaven, in earth was held in scorn,..."
This evocative piece by Michael Drayton, titled "Sonnets: Idea XXIII", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...