Sonnet Xxvii: Is Not Love Here
Michael Drayton
Is not Love here as 'tis in other climes, And differeth it, as do the several nations? Or hath it lost the virtue with the times, Or in this island altereth with the fashions? Or have our passions lesser power than theirs, Who had less art them lively to express? Is Nature grown less powerful in their heirs, Or in our fathers did she more transgress? I am sure my sighs come from a heart as true As any man's that memory can boast, And my respects and services to you Equal with his that loves his mistress most. Or nature must be partial to my cause, Or only you do violate her laws.
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- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxviii: To Such As Say
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxx: Those Priests
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxxi: Methinks I See
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxxii: Our Flood's-queen Thames
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxxiii: Whilst Yet Mine Eyes
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxxiv: Marvel Not, Love
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxxix: Some, When In Rhyme
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxxv: Some, Misbelieving
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxxvi: Thou Purblind Boy
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxxvii: Dear, Why Should You
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- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxvi: I Ever Love
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxv: O Why Should Nature
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxix: When Conquering Love
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxiv: I Hear Some Say
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxii: With Fools And Children
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxii: Love, Banish'd Heav'n
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xxi: A Witless Galant
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xx: An Evil Spirit
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xviii: To This Our World
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xvii: Stay, Speedy Time