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Michael Drayton - Sonnet LIV: Yet Read at Last
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Yet read at last the story of my woe, 
The dreary abstracts of my endless cares, 
With my life`s sorrow interlined so, 
Smok`d with my sighs and blotted with my tears, 
The sad memorials of my miseries, 
Penn`d in the grief of mine afflicted ghost, 
My life`s complaint in doleful elegies, 
With so pure love as Time could never boast. 
Receive the incense which I offer here, 
By my strong faith ascending to thy fame, 
My zeal, my hope, my vows, my praise, my prayer, 
My soul`s oblation to thy sacred name, 
Which name my Muse to highest heav`ns shall raise 
By chaste desire, true love, and virtuous praise.
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