Sonnet Viii: There's Nothing Grieves Me
Michael Drayton
There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste, That in my days I may not see thee old, That where those two clear sparkling eyes are plac'd Only two loop-holes then I might behold; That lovely, arched, ivory, polish'd brow Defac'd with wrinkles that I might but see; Thy dainty hair, so curl'd and crisped now, Like grizzled moss upon some aged tree; Thy cheek, now flush with roses, sunk and lean; Thy lips with age as any wafer thin; Thy pearly teeth out of thy head so clean That, when thou feed'st, thy nose shall touch thy chin. These lines that now thou scorn'st, which should delight thee, Then would I make thee read but to despite thee.
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- Michael Drayton : Sonnet X: To Nothing Fitter
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xi: You Not Alone
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xii: That Learned Father
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xiii: Letters And Lines
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xiv: If He From Heav'n
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xix: You Cannot Love
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xl: My Heart The Anvil
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xli: Why Do I Speak Of Joy
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xlii: Some Men There Be
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Xliii: Why Should Your Fair Eyes
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- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Vi: How Many Paltry Things
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet V: Nothing But No
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Lxiii: Truce, Gentle Love
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Lxii: When First I Ended
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Lxi: Since There's No Help
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Lx: Define My Weal
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Lviii: In Former Times
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Lvii: You Best Discern'd
- Michael Drayton : Sonnet Lvi: When Like An Eaglet