| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Idea | | Sonnet 59. As Love and I late harboured in one inn | | Michael Drayton (1563–1631) |
| | [First printed in 1602 (No. 58), and in all later editions.]
To Proverbs |
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AS LOVE and I late harboured in one inn, | |
| With Proverbs thus each other entertain. | |
| In Love there is no lack, thus I begin: | |
| Fair words make fools, replieth he again. | |
| Who spares to speak, doth spare to speed, quoth I. | 5 |
| As well, saith he, too forward as too slow. | |
| Fortune assists the boldest, I reply. | |
| A hasty man, quoth he, ne’er wanted woe! | |
| Labour is light, where Love, quoth I, doth pay. | |
| Saith he, Light burden ’s heavy, if far born. | 10 |
| Quoth I, The Main lost, cast the By away! | |
| You have spun a fair thread, he replies in scorn. | |
| And having thus awhile each other thwarted, | |
| Fools as we met, so fools again we parted. | | | |
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