Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)

Sonnet 23. Love, Banish'd Heav'n

Love, banish'd Heav'n, on Earth was held in scorn,
Wand'ring abroad in need and beggary,
And wanting friends, though of a Goddess born,
Yet crav'd the alms of such as passed by.
I, like a man devout and charitable,
Clothed the naked, lodg'd this wand'ring guest,
With sighs and tears still furnishing his table
With what might make the miserable blest.
But this ungrateful, for my good desert,
Entic'd 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.

1. Sonnet 57. You Best Discern'd of my Mind's Inward Eyes
2. Sonnet 35. Some, Misbelieving and Profane in Love
3. Sonnet 38. Sitting Alone, Love
4. Sonnet 47. In Pride of Wit
5. Sonnet 55. My Fair

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