SAMUEL DANIEL. LET others sing of Knights and Palladines, In aged accents and untimely words; Which well the reach of their high wits records: When yet th' unborn shall say, lo, where she lies, Whose beauty made him speak, that else was dumb! These are the arcs, the trophies I erect, That fortify thy name against old age; And these thy sacred virtues must protect Against the dark, and Time's consuming rage. Though th' error of my youth in them appear, Suffice, they shew I liv'd, and lov'd thee dear. MICHAEL DRAYTON. WHY should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace That never learn'd what constellations are, Only compell'd on this poor good to boast, Heavens are not kind to them that know them most. MICHAEL DRAYTON. WHILST thus my pen strives to eternize thee, Age rules my lines with wrinkles in my face, Is modell'd out the world of my disgrace: Proudly thou scorn'st my world-out-wearing rhymes, And though, in youth, my youth untimely perish, MICHAEL DRAYTON. IN pride of wit, when high desire of fame Where, the full praise, I freely must confess, As though to me it nothing did belong : The praise I strive, is to eternize you. MICHAEL DRAYTON. CLEAR Anker, on whose silver-sanded shore, O blessed brook, whose milk-white swans adore Where sweet myrrh-breathing Zephyr in the spring Where nightingales in Arden sit and sing Amongst the dainty dew-impearled flowers; Say thus, fair brook, when thou shalt see thy queen,— And here to thee he sacrific'd his tears: |