Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)

Sonnet 3. Taking my Pen

Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe,
Duly to count the sum of all my cares,
I find my griefs innumerable grow,
The reckonings rise to millions of despairs;
And thus dividing of my fatal hours,
The payments of my love I read and cross,
Subtracting, set my sweets unto my sours,
My joy's arrearage leads me to my loss;
And thus mine eye's a debtor to thine eye,
Which by extortion gaineth all their looks;
My heart hath paid such grievous usury
That all their wealth lies in thy beauty's books,
    And all is thine which hath been due to me, 
    And I a bankrupt, quite undone by thee.

1. Roc
2. The Trent (NEAR to the silver Trent)
3. Sonnet 36. Thou Purblind Boy
4. Sonnet 23. Love, Banish'd Heav'n
5. Sonnet 28. To Such as Say thy Love I Overprize

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