To The Lady L.S.

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Title:     To The Lady L.S.
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

Bright star of Beauty, on whose eyelids sit,
A thousand Nymph-like and enamoured Graces,
The Goddesses of memory and wit,
Which in due order take their several places,
In whose dear bosom, sweet delicious love,
Layes down his quiver, that he once did bear,
Since he that blessed Paradice did prove,
Forsook his mothers lap to sport him there.
Let others strive to entertain with words,
My soul is of another temper made;
I hold it vile that vulgar wit affords,
Devouring time my faith, shall not invade:
Still let my praise be honoured thus by you,
Be you most worthy, whilst I be most true.

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Michael Drayton's poem: To The Lady L.S.

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