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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet 43. Why should your fair eyes, with such sovereign grace
Michael Drayton (1563–1631)
[First printed in 1605 (No. 43), and in all later editions.]

WHY should your fair eyes, with such sovereign grace,
Disperse their rays on every vulgar spirit,
Whilst I in darkness, in the self-same place,
Get not one glance to recompense my merit?
  So doth the plowman gaze the wandering star,        5
And only rest contented with the light;
That never learned what constellations are,
Beyond the bent of his unknowing sight.
  O why should Beauty (custom to obey),
To their gross sense apply herself so ill!        10
Would God! I were as ignorant as they!
When I am made unhappy by my skill!
  Only compelled on this poor good to boast,
  Heavens are not kind to them, that know them most!

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