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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.



Michael Drayton's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 10. To Nothing Fitter Can I thee Compare
  2. To The Reader Of These Sonnets
  3. Sonnet 31. Methinks I See Some Crooked Mimic Jeer
  4. Sonnet 60. Define my Weal
  5. Sonnet 19. You Cannot Love


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