Great Englands glory and the worlds wide wonder, Whose dreadfull name late through all Spaine did thunder, And Hercules two pillors standing neere Did make to quake and feare. Yeat did by signes his glad affection show, Faire branch of honor, flower of chevalrie, Making his streame run slow. That fillest England with thy triumphes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case; I read it in thy looks: thy languished grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. And of some sent from that sweet enemy Horsemen my skill in horsemanship 5 Town folks my strength; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance; Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell Others, because of both sides I do take L Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue, MICHAEL DRAYTON (1563–1631) SINCE THERE'S NO HELP Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Our love shall live, and later life Nay, I have done, you get no more of renew." me; And often is his gold complexion dimmed; / And every fair1 from fair sometime de Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: |