Me Thinks I See Some Crooked Mimick Ieere

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Title:     Me Thinks I See Some Crooked Mimick Ieere
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

Me thinks I see some crooked Mimick ieere
And taxe my Muse with this fantastick grace,
Turning my papers, asks what haue we heere?
Making withall, some filthy anticke face;
I feare no censure, nor what thou canst say,
Nor shall my spirit one iote of vigor lose,
Think'st thou my wit shall keepe the pack-horse way,
That every dudgen low invention goes?
Since Sonnets thus in bundles are imprest,
And every drudge doth dull our satiate eare,
Think'st thou my love, shall in those rags be drest
That euery dowdie, every trull doth weare?
Vnto my pitch no common iudgement flies,
I scorn all earthlie dung-bred scarabies.

[The end]
Michael Drayton's poem: Me Thinks I See Some Crooked Mimick Ieere

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