Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Idea by Michael Drayton (1563–1631)

	Introductory	Into these Loves, who but for Passion looks
	1.	Like an adventurous seafarer am I
	2.	My heart was slain, and none but you and I?
	3.	Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe
	4.	Bright Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit
	5.	Nothing but “No!” and “I!”, and “I!” and “No!”
	6.	How many paltry foolish painted Things
	7.	Love, in a humour, played the prodigal
	8.	There’s nothing grieve me, but that Age should haste
	9.	As other men, so I myself, do muse
	10.	To nothing fitter can I thee compare
	11.	You’re not alone when You are still alone
	12.	That learned Father, which so firmly proves
	13.	Letters and lines, we see are soon defaced
	14.	If he, from heaven that filched that living fire
	15.	Since to obtain thee, nothing me will stead
	16.	’Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round
	17.	Stay, speedy Time! behold, before thou pass
	18.	To this our World, to Learning, and to Heaven
	19.	You cannot love, my pretty Heart! and why?
	20.	An evil Spirit (your Beauty) haunts me still
	21.	A witless Gallant, a young wench that wooed
	22.	With fools and children, good discretion bears
	23.	Love banished heaven, in earth was held in scorn
	24.	I hear some say, “This man is not in love!”
	25.	O, why should Nature niggardly restrain
	26.	I ever love, where never Hope appears
	27.	Is not Love here, as ’tis in other climes?
	28.	To such as say, thy Love I overprize
	29.	When conquering Love did first my Heart assail
	30.	Those priests which first the Vestal Fire began
	31.	Methinks, I see some crooked Mimic jeer
	32.	Our floods’ Queen, Thames, for ships and swans is crowned
	33.	Whilst yet mine Eyes do surfeit with delight
	34.	Marvel not, Love! though I thy power admire!
	35.	Some misbelieving and profane in Love
	36.	Thou purblind Boy! since thou hast been so slack
	37.	Dear! why should you command me to my rest
	38.	Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write!
	39.	Some, when in rhyme, they of their loves do tell
	40.	My heart the Anvil where my thoughts do beat
	41.	Why do I speak of joy, or write of love
	42.	Some men there be, which like my method well
	43.	Why should your fair eyes, with such sovereign grace
	44.	Whilst thus my pen strives to eternize thee
	45.	Muses! which sadly sit about my chair
	46.	Plain pathed Experience (th’ unlearned’s guide)
	47.	In pride of Wit, when high desire of fame
	48.	Cupid, I hate thee! which I’d have thee know!
	49.	Thou leaden brain, which censur’st what I write
	50.	As in some countries, far remote from hence
	51.	Calling to mind since first my Love begun
	52.	What dost thou mean, to cheat me of my heart?
	53.	Clear Ankor, on whose silver-sanded shore
	54.	Yet read at last the Story of my Woe!
	55.	My Fair! if thou wilt register my Love
	56.	When like an Eaglet, I first found my love
	57.	You best discerned of my mind’s inward eyes
	58.	In former times, such as had store of coin
	59.	As Love and I late harboured in one inn
	60.	Define my Weal, and tell the joys of heaven
	61.	Since there ’s no help, Come, let us kiss and part!
	62.	When first I ended, then I first began
	63.	Truce, gentle Love! a Parley now I crave!

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