I hear some say, "This man is not in love." <br />"What? Can he love? A likely thing," they say; <br />"Read but his verse, and it will easily prove." <br />O judge not rashly, gentle Sir, I pray. <br />Because I trifle loosely in this sort, <br />As one that fain his sorrows would beguile, <br />You now suppose me all this time in sport, <br />And please yourself with this conceit the while. <br />Ye shallow censors, sometime see ye not <br />In greatest perils some men pleasant be? <br />Where fame by death is only to be got, <br />They resolute? So stands the case with me. <br />Where other men in depth of passion cry, <br />I laugh at Fortune, as in jest to die.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxiv-i-hear-some-say/
