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“Why do I speak of joy or write of love, When my heart is the very den of horror, And in my soul the pains of hell I prove, With all his tormented and infernal terror? What should I say? what yet remains to do? My brain is dry with weeping all too long; My signs be spent in utt'ring of my woe, And I want words wherewith to tell my wrong. Love's Lunacy: Sonnet XLI”

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Idea: Elizabethan Sonnet Cycle

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Michael Drayton
Michael Drayton

Michael Drayton was an English poet, born in 1563 and died on December 23, 1631. His poetry works were extensive, including epic, lyric, and satirical poems, and he was a representative figure of the Elizabethan era and the reign of James I. more

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