Michael Drayton
 

Odes  (1619)            
 
To His Rivall                     


     HER lou'd I most,
     By thee that's lost,
Though she were wonne with leasure ;
     She was my gaine,
     But to my paine,
Thou spoyl'st me of my Treasure.

     The Ship full fraught
     With Gold, farre sought,
Though ne'r so wisely helmed,
     May suffer wracke
     In sayling backe,
By Tempest ouer-whelmed.

     But shee, good Sir,
     Did not preferre
You, for that I was ranging ;
     But for that shee
     Found faith in mee,
And she lou'd to be changing.

     Therefore boast not
     Your happy Lot,
Be silent now you haue her ;
     The time I knew
     She slighted you,
When I was in her fauour.

     None stands so fast,
     But may be cast
By Fortune, and disgraced :
     Once did I weare
     Her Garter there,
Where you her Gloue haue placed.

     I had the Vow
     That thou hast now,
And Glances to discouer
     Her Loue to mee,
     And she to thee
Reades but old Lessons ouer.

     She hath no Smile
     That can beguile,
But as my Thought I know it ;
     Yea, to a Hayre,
     Both when and where,
And how she will bestow it.

     What now is thine,
     Was onely mine,
And first to me was giuen ;
     Thou laugh'st at mee,
     I laugh at thee,
And thus we two are euen.

     But Ile not mourne,
     But stay my Turne,
The Wind may come about, Sir,
     And once againe
     May bring me in,
And help to beare you out, Sir. 
 

 


Source:
Drayton, Michael. The Minor Poems of Michael Drayton.
Cyril Brett, Ed. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1907.  75-76.




Back to Works of Michael Drayton

Site copyright ©1996-2007 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved.
Created by Anniina Jokinen on October 9, 2001.