Idea XXXI

Original Text: 
Michael Drayton, Poems (W. Stansby for J. Swethwicke, 1619). STC 7222. Facs. edn.: Scolar Press, 1969. PR 2255 A1 1619A.
1Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer
2And tax my muse with this fantastic grace,
3Turning my papers, asks "what have we here?"
4Making withall some filthy antic face.
5I fear no censure, nor what thou canst say,
6Nor shall my spirit one jot of vigour lose.
7Think'st thou my wit shall keep the pack-horse way
9Since sonnets thus in bundles are impress'd,
10And ev'ry drudge doth dull our satiate ear,
11Think'st thou my love shall in those rags be dress'd
12That ev'ry dowdy, ev'ry trull doth wear?
13Up to my pitch no common judgment flies:

Notes

8] dudgeon: a plain kind of wood used for making the hilts of common daggers. Back to Line
14] scarabies: beetles. Back to Line
Publication Start Year: 
1599
RPO poem Editors: 
F. D. Hoeniger
RPO Edition: 
3RP 1.129.
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