Whilst Thus My Pen Strives To Eternize Thee

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Title:     Whilst Thus My Pen Strives To Eternize Thee
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

Whilst thus my pen strives to eternize thee,
Age rules my lines with wrinkles in my face,
Where in the Map of all my misery,
Is modeld out the world of my disgrace,
Whilst in despight of tyrannizing times,
_Medea_ like I make thee young again,
Proudly thou scorn'st my world-outwearing rimes,
And murther'st vertue with thy coy disdaine;
And though in youth, my youth untimely perrish,
To keep thee from oblivion and the grave,
Ensuing ages yet my rimes shall cherrish,
Where I entomb'd, my better part shall save;
And though this earthly body fade and die
My name shall mount upon eternitie.

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Michael Drayton's poem: Whilst Thus My Pen Strives To Eternize Thee

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