To The Lady Anne Harington

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Title:     To The Lady Anne Harington
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

Madam, my words cannot express my mind,
My zealous kindness to make known to you,
When your desarts all seuerally I find;
In this attempt of me doe claim their due,
Your gracious kindness that doth claime my heart;
Your bounty bids my hand to make it known,
Of me your vertues each doe claime a part,
And leave me thus the least part of mine own.
What should commend your modesty and wit,
Is by your wit and modesty commended
And standeth dumb, in much admiring it,
And where it should begin, it there is ended;
Returning this your prayses onely due,
And to your self say you are onely you.

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Michael Drayton's poem: To The Lady Anne Harington

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