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Sonnets: Idea XXVII

By Michael Drayton

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Is not love here as 'tis in other climes,     And differeth it as do the several nations?     Or hath it lost the virtue with the times,     Or in this island alt'reth with the fashions?         Or have our passions lesser power than theirs,     Who had less art them lively to express?     Is nature grown less powerful in their heirs,     Or in our fathers did she more transgress?         I am sure my sighs come from a heart as true     As any man's that memory can boast,     And my respects and services to you,     Equal with his that loves his mistress most.         Or nature must be partial in my cause,         Or only you do violate her laws.

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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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