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Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)


Sonnet 38. Sitting Alone, Love


Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write;
Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay,
Boasting that she doth still direct the way,
Or else Love were unable to endite.
Love, growing angry, vexed at the spleen
And scorning Reason's maimed argument,
Straight taxeth Reason, wanting to invent,
Where she with Love conversing hath not been.
Reason, reproached with this coy disdain,
Despiteth Love, and laugheth at her folly;
And Love, condemning Reason's reason wholly,
Thought it in weight too light by many'a grain.
Reason, put back, doth out of sight remove,
And Love alone picks reason out of love. 



Michael Drayton's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 33. Whilst Yet Mine Eyes Do Surfeit With Delight
  2. Sonnet 30. Those Priests which First the Vestal Fire Begun
  3. Roc
  4. Sonnet 25. O Why should Nature Niggardly Restrain
  5. Sonnet 9. As Other Men


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