Some, when in rhyme they of their loves do tell, <br />With flames and lightnings their exordiums paint; <br />Some call on Heav'n, some invocate on Hell, <br />And Fates and Furies with their woes acquaint. <br />Elysium is too high a seat for me; <br />I will not come in Styx or Phlegethon; <br />The thrice-three Muses but too wanton be; <br />Like they that lust, I care not; I will none. <br />Spiteful Erinnys frights me with her looks; <br />My manhood dares not with foul Ate mell; <br />I quake to look on Hecate's charming books; <br />I still fear bugbears in Apollo's cell. <br />I pass not for Minerva nor Astraea; <br />Only I call on my divine Idea.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxix-some-when-in-rhyme/
