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 MICHAEL DRAYTON

The raging tempests are calm

When she speaketh, Such most delightsome balm

From her lips breaketh.

On thy bank. ..

In all our Brtttany

There 's not a fairer, Nor can you fit any

Should ^ou compare her. Angels her eyelids keep,

All hearts surprising, Which look whilst she doth sleep

Lake the sun's rising She alone of her kind

Knowcth true measure, And her unmatched mind

Is heaven's treasure.

On thy bank. ..

Fair Dove and Darzuen clear,

Boast ye your beauties, To Trent your mistress here

Yet pay your duties. My Love was higher born

TowVds the full fountains, Yet she doth moorland scorn

And the Peak mountains, Nor would she none should dream

Where she abideth, Humble as is the stream

Which by her slideth.

On thy bank. ..

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