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TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MICHAEL DRAYTON, ESQUIRE.
An Acrosticke Sonnet upon his Name.
Must Albion thus bee Stellified by thee,In her full pompe, that her the world may praise,
Cheerefull, Brave Isle, yea shall I live to see
Him thus to decke, and crowne thy Front with Bayes,
And shall I not in Zeale, and Merit too
Expresse to thee my Joy, my Thankes to him;
Lesse (sure) then this I may not, will not doe.
Drayton, sith still Parnassus thou doest clime,
Right like thy selfe, whose Heaven-inspired Muse,
As doth the Phenix still her selfe renewing,
Yee into other the like life infuse;
Thou his rich Subject, he thy Fame pursuing.
O hadst thou lov'd him, as hee thee hath done,
No Land such Honor, (to all times) had wonne.
John Reynolds.
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