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Amour 33

By Michael Drayton

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Whilst thus mine eyes doe surfet with delight,     My wofull hart, imprisond in my breast,     Wishing to be trans-formd into my sight,     To looke on her by whom mine eyes are blest;     But whilst mine eyes thus greedily doe gaze,     Behold! their obiects ouer-soone depart,     And treading in this neuer-ending maze,     Wish now to be trans-formd into my hart:     My hart, surcharg'd with thoughts, sighes in abundance raise,     My eyes, made dim with lookes, poure down a flood of tears;     And whilst my hart and eye enuy each others praise,     My dying lookes and thoughts are peiz'd in equall feares:         And thus, whilst sighes and teares together doe contende,         Each one of these doth ayde vnto the other lende.

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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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