Minor Poems of Michael Drayton by Michael Drayton
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Deuise some means but how I may forsake you,
So much is mine that doth with you remaine, That taking what is mine, with me I take you, You doe bewitch me, O that I could flie From my selfe you, or from your owne selfe I. Sonet 14 _To the Soule_ That learned Father which so firmly proues The soule of man immortall and diuine, And doth the seuerall offices define, _Anima._ Giues her that name as shee the body moues, _Amor._ Then is she loue imbracing Charitie, _Animus._ Mouing a will in vs, it is the mind, _Mens._ Retayning knowledge, still the same in kind; _Memoria._ As intelectuall it is the memorie, _Ratio._ In judging, Reason onely is her name, _Sensus._ In speedy apprehension it is sence, _Conscientia._ In right or wrong, they call her conscience. _Spiritus._ The spirit, when it to Godward doth inflame. These of the soule the seuerall functions bee, Which my hart lightned by thy loue doth see. Sonet 21 You cannot loue my pretty hart, and why? |
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