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To The Deere Chyld Of The Muses, And His Euer Kind Mecaenas

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Title:     To The Deere Chyld Of The Muses, And His Euer Kind Mecaenas
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

To the deere Chyld of the Muses, and his euer kind Mecaenas, Ma. Anthony Cooke, Esquire.


Vovchsafe to grace these rude vnpolish'd rymes,
Which long (dear friend) haue slept in sable night,
And, come abroad now in these glorious tymes,
Can hardly brook the purenes of the light.
But still you see their desteny is such,
That in the world theyr fortune they must try,
Perhaps they better shall abide the tuch,
Wearing your name, theyr gracious liuery.
Yet these mine owne: I wrong not other men,
Nor trafique further then thys happy Clyme,
Nor filch from _Portes_, nor from _Petrarchs_ pen,
A fault too common in this latter time.
Diuine Syr Phillip, I auouch thy writ,
I am no Pickpurse of anothers wit.

Yours deuoted,
M. DRAYTON.


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Michael Drayton's poem: To The Deere Chyld Of The Muses, And His Euer Kind Mecaenas

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