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The Works of Michael Drayton

Edited by J. William Hebel
Drayton, Michael (1563-1631)

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VOLUME I
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VOLUME II
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POEMS: BY MICHAEL DRAYTON ESQVIRE.
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ENGLANDS HEROICALL EPISTLES. BY Michael Drayton, ESQVIRE.
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IDEA. IN SIXTIE THREE SONNETS. BY Michael Drayton, ESQVIRE.
  
TO THE READER OF THESE SONNETS.
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ODES. WITH OTHER LYRICK POESIES.
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THE LEGENDS OF Robert, Duke of Normandie. Matilda the Faire. Pierce Gaveston, Earle of Cornwall. Thomas Cromwell, Earle of Essex.
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THE OWLE.
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PASTORALS. Contayning EGLOGVES, With the Man in the Moone.
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VOLUME III
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[Thou Leaden Braine, which censur'st what I write]

Thou Leaden Braine, which censur'st what I write,
And say'st, my Lines be dull, and doe not move;
I marvell not, thou feel'st not my Delight,
Which never felt'st my fierie touch of Love:
But thou, whose Pen hath like a Packe-Horse serv'd,
Whose Stomack unto Gall hath turn'd thy Food,
Whose Senses, like poore Pris'ners, hunger-starv'd,
Whose Griefe hath parch'd thy Body, dry'd thy Blood;
Thou which hast scorned Life, and hated Death,
And in a moment Mad, Sober, Glad, and Sorrie;
Thou which hast bann'd thy Thoughts, and curst thy Birth,
With thousand Plagues, more then in Purgatorie:
Thou, thus whose Spirit Love in his fire refines,
Come thou and reade, admire, applaud my Lines.
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