Poem by Michael Drayton

Sonnet 29. When Conquering Love

    To the Senses

When conquering Love did first my Heart assail,
Unto mine aid I summon'd every Sense,
Doubting, if that proud tyrant should prevail,
My Heart should suffer for mine Eyes' offence;
But he with Beauty first corrupted Sight,
My Hearing bribed with her tongue's harmony,
My Taste by her sweet lips drawn with delight,
My Smelling won with her breath's spicery.
But when my Touching came to play his part
(The King of Senses, greater than the rest),
He yields Love up the keys unto my Heart,
And tells the other how they should be blest.
    And thus by those of whom I hop'd for aid 
    To cruel Love my Soul was first betray'd.

1. Sonnet 47. In Pride of Wit
2. Sonnet 31. Methinks I See Some Crooked Mimic Jeer
3. Sonnet 27. Is not Love
4. Sonnet 45. Muses, which Sadly Sit about My Chair
5. Sonnet 48. Cupid, I Hate thee

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