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Sonet 57 To Lucie Countesse of Bedford

By Michael Drayton

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Great Lady, essence of my chiefest good,     Of the most pure and finest tempred spirit,     Adorn'd with gifts, enobled by thy blood,     Which by discent true vertue do'st inherit:     That vertue which no fortune can depriue,     Which thou by birth tak'st from thy gracious mother,     Whose royall minds with equall motion striue,     Which most in honour shall excell the other;     Vnto thy fame my Muse herself shall taske,     Which rain'st vpon me thy sweet golden showers,     And but thy selfe, no subject will I aske,     Vpon whose praise my soule shall spend her powers.         Sweet Lady yet, grace this poore Muse of mine,         Whose faith, whose zeale, whose life, whose all is thine.

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About Michael Drayton

Michael Drayton (1563–1631) was an English poet whose "Poly-Olbion" (1612–1622) is a vast topographical poem describing the landscape and legends of England and Wales. His sonnet "Since there's no help" is among the finest of the Elizabethan era.

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