An Euill Spirit Your Beauty Haunts Me Still

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Title:     An Euill Spirit Your Beauty Haunts Me Still
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

An euill spirit your beauty haunts me still,
Where-with (alas) I haue been long possest,
Which ceaseth not to tempt me vnto ill,
Nor giues me once but one pore minutes rest.
In me it speakes, whether I sleepe or wake,
And when by meanes to driue it out I try,
With greater torments then it me doth take,
And tortures me in most extreamity.
Before my face, it layes all my dispaires,
And hasts me on vnto a suddaine death;
Now tempting me, to drown my selfe in teares,
And then in sighing to giue vp my breath:
Thus am I still prouok'd to euery euill,
By this good wicked spirit, sweet Angel deuill.

[The end]
Michael Drayton's poem: Euill Spirit Your Beauty Haunts Me Still

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