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Michael Drayton
1563 - 1631
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Amour 25
The glorious sunne went blushing to his bed, / When my soules sunne, from her fayre Cabynet, / Her golden beames had now discouered,
Amour 26
Cupid, dumbe-Idoll, peeuish Saint of loue, / No more shalt thou nor Saint nor Idoll be; / No God art thou, a Goddesse shee doth proue,
Amour 27
My Loue makes hote the fire whose heat is spent, / The water moisture from my teares deriueth, / And my strong sighes the ayres weake force reuiueth:
Amour 28
Some wits there be which lyke my method well, / And say my verse runnes in a lofty vayne; / Some say, I haue a passing pleasing straine,
Amour 29
O eyes! behold your happy Hesperus, / That luckie Load-starre of eternall light, / Left as that sunne alone to comfort vs,
Amour 3
My thoughts bred vp with Eagle-birds of loue, / And, for their vertues I desiered to know, / Vpon the nest I set them forth, to proue
Amour 30
Three sorts of serpents doe resemble thee; / That daungerous eye-killing Cockatrice, / Th' inchaunting Syren, which doth so entice,
Amour 31
Sitting alone, loue bids me goe and write; / Reason plucks backe, commaunding me to stay, / Boasting that shee doth still direct the way,
Amour 32
Those teares, which quench my hope, still kindle my desire, / Those sighes, which coole my hart, are coles vnto my loue, / Disdayne, Ice to my life, is to my soule a fire:
Amour 33
Whilst thus mine eyes doe surfet with delight, / My wofull hart, imprisond in my breast, / Wishing to be trans-formd into my sight,
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