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To Lucie, Countesse Of Bedford Post by :bizcut88 Category :Poems Author :Michael Drayton Date :August 2011 Read :2874

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To Lucie, Countesse Of Bedford

Great Lady, essence of my chiefest good,
Of the most pure and finest tempred spirit,
Adorn'd with gifts, enobled by thy blood,
Which by discent true virtue do'st inherit:
That vertue which no fortune can deprive,
Which thou by birth tak'st from thy gracious mother,
Whose royall minds with equall motion strive,
Which most in honour shall excell the other;
Unto thy fame my Muse herself shall task,
Which rain'st upon me thy sweet golden showers,
And but thy self, no subject will I ask,
Upon whose praise my soul shall spend her powers.
Sweet Lady yet, grace this poore Muse of mine,
Whose faith, whose zeal, whose life, whose all is thine.

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Madam, my words cannot express my mind, My zealous kindness to make known to you, When your desarts all seuerally I find; In this attempt of me doe claim their due, Your gracious kindness that doth claime my heart; Your bounty bids my hand to make it known, Of me your vertues each doe claime a part, And leave me thus the least part of mine own. What should commend your modesty and wit,

Eyes With Your Tears, Blind If You Be Eyes With Your Tears, Blind If You Be

Eyes With Your Tears, Blind If You Be
A Consonet Eyes with your tears, blind if you be, Why have these tears such eyes to see, Poore eyes, if yours tears cannot move, My tears, eyes, then must mone my love, Then eyes, since you have lost your sight, Weep still, and teares shall lend you light, Till both dissolved, and both want might. No, no, clear eyes, you are not blind,