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Sonet 9

By Michael Drayton

Topics: classic

Loue once would daunce within my Mistres eye,     And wanting musique fitting for the place,     Swore that I should the Instrument supply,     And sodainly presents me with her face:     Straightwayes my pulse playes liuely in my vaines,     My panting breath doth keepe a meaner time,     My quau'ring artiers be the Tenours Straynes,     My trembling sinewes serue the Counterchime,     My hollow sighs the deepest base doe beare,     True diapazon in distincted sound:     My panting hart the treble makes the ayre,     And descants finely on the musiques ground;         Thus like a Lute or Violl did I lye,         Whilst the proud slaue daunc'd galliards in her eye.

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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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