His Remedy For Love

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Title:     His Remedy For Love
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

Since to obtain thee, nothing me will sted,
I have a Med'cine that shall cure my love,
The powder of her Heart dried, when she is dead,
That Gold nor Honour ne'r had power to move;
Mix'd with her tears, that ne'r her true-love crost,
Nor at fifteen ne'r long'd to be a bride,
Boil'd with her sigh, in giving up the ghost,
That for her late deceased husband died;
Into the same then let a woman breath,
That being chid, did never word reply,
With one thrice-married's pray'rs, that did bequeath
A legacy to stale virginity.
If this receipt have not the pow'r to win me,
Little I'll say, but think the devil's in me.

[The end]
Michael Drayton's poem: His Remedy For Love

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