Michael Drayton (Ìàéêë Äðåéòîí)

Sonnet 42. Some Men there Be which like My Method Well

Some men there be which like my method well
And much commend the strangeness of my vein;
Some say I have a passing pleasing strain;
Some say that im my humor I excel;
Some, who not kindly relish my conceit,
They say, as poets do, I use to feign,
And in bare words paint out my passion's pain.
Thus sundry men their sundry words repeat;
I pass not, I, how men affected be,
Nor who commends or discommends my verse;
It pleaseth me, if I my woes rehearse,
And in my lines if she my love may see.
    Only my comfort still consists in this, 
    Writing her praise I cannot write amiss.

1. To The Reader Of These Sonnets
2. Sonnet 10. To Nothing Fitter Can I thee Compare
3. Sonnet 3. Taking my Pen
4. Sonnet 63. Truce, Gentle Love, a Parley Now I Crave
5. Sonnet 60. Define my Weal

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