Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)

Sonnet 14. If He From Heav'n

If he from Heav'n that filch'd that living fire
Condemn'd by Jove to endless torment be,
I greatly marvel how you still go free
That far beyond Prometheus did aspire.
The fire he stole, although of heav'nly kind,
Which from above he craftily did take,
Of lifeless clods us living men to make,
He did bestow in temper of the mind;
But you broke into Heav'n's immortal store,
Where Virtue, Honor, Wit, and Beauty lay,
Which taking thence you have escap'd away,
Yet stand as free as e'er you did before;
    Yet old Prometheus punish'd for his rape. 
    Thus poor thieves suffer when the greater 'scape.

1. Sonnet 57. You Best Discern'd of my Mind's Inward Eyes
2. Sonnet 38. Sitting Alone, Love
3. Sonnet 48. Cupid, I Hate thee
4. Sonnet 25. O Why should Nature Niggardly Restrain
5. Sonnet 55. My Fair

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