I lived from 1563-1631. I was from England, and am in the English category.
Poet. Born at Hartshill, Warwickshire. He entered the household of Sir Henry Goodere of Polesworth, a patron of the arts who ensured that he was given a good education. Almost one of the family, Michael Drayton became besotted with his patron's daughter, Anne, and he was to write poetry about her, in the form of an "Idea". He continued to visit her after she was married and living at Clifford Chambers, south of Stratford-upon-Avon. Little is known of his life, except what can be gleaned from his copius writings, but he was able to eke out a living by attracting further patrons, spending most of his adult life in London. Although never achieving royal patronage he could count on the friendship of many of the poets and playwrights of the time. His fortunes declined towards the end of his life but he had the distinction of being buried in Westminster Abbey where there is a monument to him. A less obvious form of memorial, a stone bus shelter in the shape of a scroll, has been erected in his honour at Hartshill Green.
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