Sonnet 2. My heart was slain, and none but you and I?

Michael Drayton (1563–1631)

[First printed in 1599 (No. 51), and in all later editions.]

MY heart was slain, and none but you and I?

Who should I think the murder should commit;

Since but yourself, there was no creature by

But only I, guiltless of murdering it?

It slew itself? The verdict on the view

Do quit the dead, and me not accessory.

Well, well! I fear it will be proved of you!

Th’evidence so great a proof doth carry.

But O see! See, we need inquire no further!

Upon your lips, the scarlet drops are found!

And in your eye, the Boy that did the murder!

Your cheeks yet pale, since first he gave the wound!

By this I see, however things be past,

Yet Heaven will still have murder out at last.