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A20836 Poems: by Michaell Draiton Esquire; Poems. Selected poems Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. 1605 (1605) STC 7216; ESTC S109891 212,490 500

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killing me each howre Onely to shew her beauties soueraigne powre Sonnet 51. CAlling minde since first my loue begunne Th'incertaine times oft varying in their course How things still vnexpectedly haue runne As please the fates by their resistlesse force Lastly mine eyes amazedly haue seene Essex great fall Tyroue his peace to gaine The quiet end of that long-liuing Queene This Kings faire entrance and our peace with Spaine We and the Dutch at length our selues to seuer Thus the world doth and euermore shall reele Yet to my goddesse am I constant euer How ere blind fortune turne her giddie wheele Though heauen earth proue both to me vntrue Yet am I still inuiolate to you An alusion to Dedalus and Icarus Sonnet 52. MY heart imprisoned in a hopelesse I le Peopled with Armies of pale jealous eyes The shores beset with thousand secret spies Must passe by ayre or else die in exile He framde him wings with feathers of his thought Which by their nature learnd to mount the skie And with the same he practised to flie Till he himselfe this Eagles Art had taught Thus soaring still not looking once below So neere thine eyes celestiall sunne aspired That with the raies his wafting pineons fired Thus was the wanton cause of his owne woe Downe fell he in thy beauties Ocean drenched Yet there he burnes in fire that 's neuer quenched Another to the Riuer Ankor Sonnet 53. CLeere Ankor on whose siluer-sanded shore My soule-shrin'd saint my faire Idea lies O blessed brooke whose milke-white swans adore That cristall streame refined by her eyes Where sweet mirth-breathing Zephire in the spring Gently distills his Nectar-dropping showers Where Nightingales in Arden sit and sing Amongst the daintie dew-impearled flowers Say thus faire Brooke when thou shalt see thy Queene Loe heere thy sheep heard spent his wandring yeeres And in these shades deere Nimph he oft hath beene And heere to thee he sacrifizde his teares Faire Arden thou my Tempe art alone And thou sweete Ankor art my Helicon Sonnet 54. YEt reade at last the story of my woe The drery abstracts of my endlesse cares With my like sorrow enterlined so Smokde with my sighes and blotted with my teares The sad memorialls of my miseries Pend●n the griefe of mine afflicted ghost My lifes complaint in dolefull Elegies With so pure loue as time could neuer boast Receiue the incence which I offer heere By my strong faith ascending to thy fame My zeale my hope my vowes my praise my praier My soules oblations to thy sacred name Which name my Muse to highest heauen shal raise By chaste desire true loue and vertues praise Sonnet 55. MY Faire if thou wilt register my loue More then worlds volumes shall thereof arise Preserue my teares and thou thy selfe shalt proue A second flood downe raining from mine eyes Note but my sighes and thine eyes shall behold The sun-beames smothered with immortall smoke And if by thee my praiers may be enrold They heauen and earth to pittie shall prouoke Looke thou into my breast and thou shalt see Chaste holy vowes for my soules sacrifice That soule sweete Maide which so hath honored thee Erecting Trophies to thy sacred eyes Those eyes to my hart shining euer bright When darkenes hath obscurde each other light An allusion to the Aegl●ts Sonnet 56. MY thoughts bred vp with Eagle-birds of loue And for their vertues I desirde to know Vpon the neast I set them forth to proue If they were of the Eagles kinde or no. But they no sooner sawe my sunne appeare But on her raies with gazing eyes they stoode Which proou'd my birds delighted in the aire And that they came of this rare kingly broode But now their plumes full summde with sweete desire To shew their kinde beganne to clime the skies Doe what I could my Eglets would aspire Strait mounting vp to thy celestiall eies And thus my Faire my thoughts away be flowne And from my breast into thine eies be gone Sonnet 57. YOu best discern'd of my interior eies And yet your graces outwardly diuine Whose deare remembrance in my bosome lies Too rich a relique for so poore a shrine You in whome Nature chose herselfe to view When she her owne perfection would admire Bestowing all her excellence on you At whose pure eies Loue lights his halowed fire Euen as a man that in some traunce hath seene More than his wondring vttrance can vnfolde That rapt in spirite in better worlds hath beene So must your praise distractedly be tolde Most of all short when I should shew you most In your perfections altogether lost Sonnet 58. IN former times such as had store of coyne In warres at home or when for conquests bound For feare that some their treasures should purloyne Gaue it to keepe to spirites within the ground And to attend it them so strongly tide Till they return'd home when they neuer came Such as by art to get the same haue tride From the strong spirite by no means get the same Neerer you come that further flies away Striuing to holde it strongly in the deepe Euen as this spirit so she alone doth play With those rich Beauties heauen giues her to keepe Pitty so left to coldenes of her blood Not to auaile her nor doe others good To Prouerb Sonnet 59. AS Loue and I late harbourde in one Inne With Proueths thus each other entertaine In loue there is no lacke thus I beginne Faire wordes makes fooles replieth he againe That spares to speake doth spare to speede quoth I As well saith he too forward as too slowe Fortune assistes the boldest I reply A hastie man quoth he ne're wanted woe Labour is light where loue quoth I doth pay Saith he light burthens heauy if farre borne Quoth I the maine lost cast the by away You haue spunne a faire thred he replies in scorne And hauing thus a while each other thwarted Fooles as we met so fooles againe we parted Sonnet 60. DEfine my loue and tell the ioyes of heauen Expresse my woes and shew the paines of hell Declare what fate vnluckie starres haue giuen And aske a world vpon my life to dwell Make knowne that faith vnkindnes could not moue Compare my worth with others base desart Let vertue be the tuch-stone of my loue So may the heauens reade wonders in my hart Beholde the cloudes which haue eclipsde my sunne And view the crosses which my course doth let Tell me if euer since the world begunne So faire a rising had so foule a set And by all meanes let foule vnkindnes proue And shew a second to so pure a loue Sonnet 61. WHen first I ended then I first beganne The more I trauell further from my rest Where most I lost there most of all I wanne Pined with hunger rising from a feast Me thinkes I flee yet want I legs to goe Wise in conceit in act a very sot Rauisht with ioy amidst a hell of woe What most I seeme that surest am I