Loves Conquest

________________________________________________
Title:     Loves Conquest
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

Wer't granted me to choose,
How I would end my days;
Since I this life must loose,
It should be in Your praise;
For there is no Bays
Can be set above you.

S'impossibly I love You,
And for you sit so high,
Whence none may remove You
In my clear Poesy,
That I oft deny
You so ample Merit.

The freedom of my Spirit
Maintaining (still) my Cause,
Your Sex not to inherit,
Urging the Salique Laws;
But your Virtue draws
From me every due.

Thus still You me pursue,
That no where I can dwell,
By Fear made just to You,
Who naturally rebel,
Of You that excel
That should I still Endite,

Yet will You want some Rite.
That lost in your high praise
I wander to and fro,
As seeing sundry Ways:
Yet which the right not know
To get out of this Maze.

[The end]
Michael Drayton's poem: Loves Conquest

________________________________________________



GO TO TOP OF SCREEN