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To Lucie, Countesse Of Bedford Post by :bizcut88 Category :Poems Author :Michael Drayton Date :August 2011 Read :2849

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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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