Sonnet by William Drummond

[orinocoflow]

I Know that all beneath the Moone decayes,

And what by Mortalles in this World is brought,

In Times great Periods shall returne to nought,

That fairest States haue fatall Nights and Dayes:

I know how all the Muses heauenly Layes,

With Toyle of Spright which are so dearely bought,

As idle Sounds of few, or none are sought,

And that nought lighter is than airie Praise.

I know fraile Beautie like the purple Flowre,

To which one Morne oft Birth and Death affords,

That Loue a Iarring is of Mindes Accords,

Where Sense and Will inuassall Reasons Power:

Know what I list, this all can not mee moue,

But that (o mee!) I both must write, and loue.



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"When you collect the things that embody
strength for you,when you put them together,
when you open yourself to let each speak,
you will know something about the
sources of your strength." --Starhawk