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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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