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Michael Drayton - Sonnet XXXV: Some, Misbelieving
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To Miracle

Some, misbelieving and profane in love, 
When I do speak of miracles by thee, 
May say, that thou art flattered by me, 
Who only write my skill in verse to prove. 
See miracles, ye unbelieving, see 
A dumb-born Muse made t`express the mind, 
A cripple hand to write, yet lame by kind, 
One by thy name, the other touching thee; 
Blind were mine eyes, till they were seen of thine, 
And mine ears deaf by thy fame healed be, 
My vices cur`d by virtues sprung from thee, 
My hopes reviv`d, which long in grave had lien,
All unclean thoughts, foul spirits, cast out in me 
Only by virtue that proceeds from thee.
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