Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit
A thousand nymph-like and enamour'd Graces,
The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
Which there in order take their several places;
In whose dear bosom sweet delicious Love
Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear,
Since he that blessed Paradise did prove,
And leaves his mother's lap to sport him there.
Let others strive to entertain with words;
My soul is of a braver metal made;
I hold that vile which vulgar wit affords;
In me's that faith which Time cannot invade.
Let what I praise be still made good by you;
Be you most worthy, whilst I am most true.
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This is a lovely piece sounds to me like he was actually talking about someone else rather than himself, and the fact that his soul is made of stronger stuff says to me that he was mocking this person, although that could be he was mocking himself as in the end he moves back to I as if he has remedied his earlier misgivings........................
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Alright, I'm a bit too dense for this one. It's subtle, and holds deeper meaning behind it's ambiguity. I really like the first two lines, I'm not sure why. I also like the imagery of love setting down his quiver. I usually do not like such a strict rhyme scheme, but it works for this paticular poem. I think I understand that while others seek to entertain with words, he seeks the truth, in timeless sonnets. I hope I'm worthy to recieve it...
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Words to live by, or die by if the case presents itself to be. It's a strong piece, but, it's subtle - holds a solemn feel to it. It rests yet it doesn't. I would not say it's energetic.
But, it is lovely, a lovely piece by Drayton.
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This is a well-written sonnet, with a lot of euphonious and harmonious diction. i like the concept of Time not being able to invade faith which makes faith stronger. Then again Drayton contradicts himself by capitalizing Time and not capitalizing faith. Usually abstractions as time and faith are emphasized in sonnets, but Drayton chooses to emphasize time and not faith which is rather confusing. Maybe I am reading too deeply into it. all in all, this was a lovely sonnet.
~Anastasia
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