Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)

Sonnet 44. Whilst thus My Pen Strives

Whilst thus my pen strives to eternize thee,
Age rules my lines with wrinkles in my face,
Where in the map of all my misery
Is modell'd out the world of my disgrace.
Whilst, in despite of tyrannizing times,
Medea-like, I make thee young again,
Proudly thou scorn'st my world-outwearing rhymes
And murtherest virtue with thy coy disdain.
And though in youth my youth untimely perish,
To keep thee from oblivion and the grave
Ensuing ages yet my rhymes shall cherish,
When I entomb'd, my better part shall save;
    And though this earthly body fade and die, 
    My name shall mount upon eternity.

1. Sonnet 37. Dear, why should You Command Me to My Rest
2. Sonnet 18. To this our World
3. Sonnet 14. If He From Heav'n
4. Sonnet 23. Love, Banish'd Heav'n
5. Sonnet 57. You Best Discern'd of my Mind's Inward Eyes

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