Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650): Thomas Middleton
A wild moon riding high from cloud to cloud, That sees and sees not, glimmering far beneath, Hells children revel along the shuddering heath With dirge-like mirth and raiment like a shroud: A worse fair face than witchcrafts, passion-proud, With brows blood-flecked behind their bridal wreath And lips that bade the assassins sword find sheath Deep in the heart whereto loves heart was vowed: A game of close contentious crafts and creeds Played till white England bring black Spain to shame: A sons bright sword and brighter soul, whose deeds High conscience lights for mothers love and fame: Pure gipsy flowers, and poisonous courtly weeds: Such tokens and such trophies crown thy name.
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