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Sonnet 43

By Michael Drayton

Topics: classic

Why should your faire eyes with such soueraine grace,     Dispearse their raies on euery vulgar spirit,     Whilst I in darknes in the selfesame place,     Get not one glance to recompence my merit:     So doth the plow-man gaze the wandring starre,     And onely rests contented with the light,     That neuer learnd what constellations are,     Beyond the bent of his vnknowing sight.     O why should beautie (custome to obey)     To their grosse sence applie her selfe so ill?     Would God I were as ignorant as they     When I am made vnhappy by my skill;         Onely compeld on this poore good to boast,         Heauens are not kind to them that know them most.

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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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