| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Idea | | Sonnet 7. Love, in a humour, played the prodigal | | Michael Drayton (1563–1631) |
| | [First printed in 1599 (No. 10), and in all later editions.] |
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LOVE, in a humour, played the prodigal, | |
| And bade my Senses to a solemn feast; | |
| Yet more to grace the company withal, | |
| Invites my Heart to be the chiefest guest. | |
| No other drink would serve this glutton’s turn, | 5 |
| But precious Tears distilling from mine ey’n; | |
| Which with my Sighs this epicure doth burn, | |
| Quaffing carouses in this costly wine: | |
| Where, in his cups, o’ercome with foul excess, | |
| Straightways he plays a swaggering ruffian’s part, | 10 |
| And at the banquet, in his drunkenness, | |
| Slew his dear friend, my kind and truest Heart. | |
| A gentle warning, friends! thus may you see, | |
| What ’tis to keep a drunkard, company! | | | |
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