Biography of Michael Drayton
Drayton was born at Hartshill in Warwickshire and as a youth he became page to Sir Henry Goodere of Polesworth. He fell in love with Sir Henry's daughter, Anne, and worshipped her as 'Idea' in his poetry. Even after her marriage to Sir Henry Rainford he continued to celebrate her charms in verse, and he never married.
He had wanted to be a poet from the age of ten, and achieved his ambition through hard work and a succession of noble patrons, in spite of some ill-fortune. His first work was a verse paraphrase of parts of the Old Testament and Apocrypha, The Harmony of the Church. Ironically, the Harmony caused offence among the authorities and was banned. When James I became king in 1603 Drayton angled for royal favour with To the Majesty of King James: a Gratulatory Poem. Unfortunately he omitted to include the customary tribute to the late Queen Elizabeth, and this gaffe probably cost him an appointment at court.
In spite of this setback, Drayton had a fairly successful career as a poet, and he counted Ben Jonson and William Drummond of Hawthornden among his friends.
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- Sonnet LXI: Since There's No Help
- Idea XX: An evil spirit, your beauty, ha...
- Sonnet XXVI: I Ever Love
- Sonnet LV: My Fair, If Thou Wilt
- Sonnet II: My Heart Was Slain
- Idea LI: Calling to mind since first my ...
- Sonnet LI: Calling to Mind
- How Many Paltry Foolish Painted Things
- Sonnet LXIII: Truce, Gentle Love
- Sonnet LIV: Yet Read at Last
- Sonnet IV: Bright Star of Beauty
- Sonnet LIX: As Love and I
- Sonnet XI: You Not Alone
- Sonnet IX: As Other Men
Sonnet XI: You Not Alone
You not alone, when you are still alone,
O God, from you that I could private be.
Since you one were, I never since was one;
Since you in me, my self since out of me,
Transported from my self into your being;
Though either distant, present yet to either,
Senseless with too much joy, each other seeing,
And only absent when we are together.
Give me my self and take your self again,