| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Idea | | Sonnet 8. There’s nothing grieve me, but that Age should haste | | Michael Drayton (1563–1631) |
| | [First printed in 1619.]
THERE’s nothing grieve me, but that Age should haste, | |
| That in my days, I may not see the old! | |
| That where those two clear sparkling Eyes are placed, | |
| Only two loopholes, then I might behold! | |
| That lovely archèd ivory-polished Brow | 5 |
| Defaced with wrinkles, that I might but see! | |
| Thy dainty Hair, so curled and crispèd now, | |
| Like grizzled moss upon some agèd tree! | |
| Thy Cheek, now flush with roses, sunk and lean! | |
| Thy Lips, with age as any wafer thin! | 10 |
| Thy pearly Teeth, out of thy head so clean, | |
| That when thou feed’st, thy Nose shall touch thy Chin! | |
| These Lines that now scornst, which should delight thee: | |
| Then would I make thee read, but to despite thee! | | | | |
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