Why Should Your Fair Eyes With Such Sovereign Grace

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Title:     Why Should Your Fair Eyes With Such Sovereign Grace
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace,
Dispearse their rays on every vulgar spirit,
Whilst I in darknes in the self same place,
Get not one glance to recompence my merit:
So doth the plow-man gaze the wandring star,
And onely rests contented with the light,
That never learnd what constellations are,
Beyond the bent of his unknowing sight.
O why should beautie (custome to obey)
To their grosse sense apply her self so ill?
Would God I were as ignorant as they
When I am made unhappy by my skill;
Onely compelled on this poor good to boast,
Heavens are not kind to them that know them most.

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Michael Drayton's poem: Why Should Your Fair Eyes With Such Sovereign Grace

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