O Why Should Nature Nigardly Restraine

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Title:     O Why Should Nature Nigardly Restraine
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

O why should nature nigardly restraine,
The Sotherne Nations relish not our tongue,
Else should my lines glide on the waves of Rhene,
And crowne the Pirens with my liuing song;
But bounded thus to Scotland get you forth:
Thence take you wing unto the Orcades,
There let my verse get glory in the North,
Making my sighs to thawe the frozen seas,
And let the Bards within the Irish Ile,
To whom my Muse with fiery wings shall passe,
Call backe the stifneckd rebels from exile,
And molifie the slaughtering Galliglasse:
And when my flowing numbers they rehearse,
Let Wolves and Bears be charmed with my verse.

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Michael Drayton's poem: O Why Should Nature Nigardly Restraine

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