In Pride Of Wit, When High Desire Of Fame

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Title:     In Pride Of Wit, When High Desire Of Fame
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

In pride of wit, when high desire of fame
Gave life and courage to my labouring pen,
And first the sound and virtue of my name,
Won grace and credit in the ears of men:
With those the thronged theaters that press,
I in the circuit for the laurel strove,
Where the full praise I freely must confess,
In heat of blood a modest mind might move:
With shouts and claps at every little pause,
When the proud round on every side hath rung,
Sadly I sit unmoved with the applause,
As though to me it nothing did belong:
No public glory vainly I pursue,
The praise I strive, is to eternize you.

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Michael Drayton's poem: In Pride Of Wit, When High Desire Of Fame

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