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TO M. DRAYTON.
Michaell which dost great Roberts fame compile,
Thy subjects worth, thy wit, thy Ladies glory,
Cheere up thy Muse, add lyfe unto thy stile,
Whilst thou assaist to write his worthy story.
Thy subjects worth, thy wit, thy Ladies glory,
Cheere up thy Muse, add lyfe unto thy stile,
Whilst thou assaist to write his worthy story.
Whose boundlesse spirit, whose high chivalrie,
And vertuous deeds must needs have buried beene
By ages envie, and times tirannie,
And never had with mortall eyes been seene,
And vertuous deeds must needs have buried beene
By ages envie, and times tirannie,
And never had with mortall eyes been seene,
Had not thy Muse restor'd his former fame,
The twise dead Norman to his speaking sight,
Even when his eyes had lost their shyning flame,
Like unto Lamps that wanting oyle, want light.
By thee he sees, he lives, he speaks againe,
Then chere thee Michaell, Fame rewards thy paine.
The twise dead Norman to his speaking sight,
Even when his eyes had lost their shyning flame,
Like unto Lamps that wanting oyle, want light.
By thee he sees, he lives, he speaks againe,
Then chere thee Michaell, Fame rewards thy paine.
Mirocinius.
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