Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)

Sonnet 34. Marvel not, Love

    To Admiration

Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire,
Ravish'd a world beyond the farthest thought,
And knowing more than ever hath been taught,
That I am only starv'd in my desire.
Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire,
Aiming at things exceeding all perfection,
To Wisdom's self to minister correction,
That I am only starv'd in my desire.
Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire,
Though my conceit I further seem to bend
Than possibly invention can extend,
And yet am only starv'd in my desire.
    If thou wilt wonder, here's the wonder, Love: 
    That this to me doth yet no wonder prove.

1. Sonnet 41. Why Do I Speak of Joy
2. Sonnet 36. Thou Purblind Boy
3. Sonnet 58. In Former Times
4. Sonnet 7. Love in a Humor Play'd the Prodigal
5. Sonnet 9. As Other Men

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